If a Person Has No Heart, How Can They Live?

The three of them turned toward the source of the voice in unison. A servant from the residence hurried in, looking flustered, with Wang Hu in tow.

Seeing that it was Wang Hu, Huang Feihu's brow furrowed even deeper. His tone carried a trace of confusion and displeasure. "Wang Hu? Shouldn't you be in the palace protecting the king? What are you doing here?"

Wang Hu had originally been a general under Huang Feihu's command. Later, he had been transferred to serve as Di Xin's commander of personal guards, so he was considered part of Huang Feihu's faction.

Seeing that Huang Feihu and Shang Rong were also present, Wang Hu's eyes flickered with surprise. He immediately bowed and saluted them respectfully. "This subordinate, Wang Hu, pays his respects to Shang Chancellor, King Wu Cheng, and Junior Tutor. I have come today under the king's decree to summon Junior Tutor to the palace at once. The king has an important matter he wishes to discuss with you."

At this, Bi Gan's brow knitted tighter, and a thread of suspicion rose in his heart. "Oh? The king issued a decree early this morning saying he was unwell and exempted the morning court. Why would he now summon me alone? Could there be some urgent matter?"

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Di Xin's actions today were far too abnormal.

Seeing the doubt in Bi Gan's eyes, Wang Hu hesitated. His lips moved, yet he did not speak for a long while, his expression filled with difficulty.

Already restless at heart, Huang Feihu grew dissatisfied when he saw Wang Hu hemming and hawing. He said solemnly, "Wang Hu, if you have something to say, say it! We are all our own people here. What kind of behavior is this, twisting and turning