"Ten thousand elite troops, and they were actually this vulnerable? Xiang Wuren deserved death a thousand times over!"
In the main hall of the Southern Prefecture Governor's Mansion, Zhou Shou Xian's roar nearly blew the roof off. A teacup shattered on the floor. Sending Xiang Wuren with elite troops to assist the attack had not only failed—it had become a burden that ruined the whole affair, leading to the assassination's failure! Not only had they failed to kill Shang Chaozong, but as he had said, what would people think when his ten thousand elite troops had proven so utterly incapable?
His furious roar was merely an outlet for his rage. After sitting back down, he slowly closed his eyes again and fell silent...
In Guangyi Commandery, Feng Lingbo flew into a fury upon receiving the report. The truth was plain for all to see. No one was a fool. Wolf Fang Bandits? Anyone could guess it had been Southern Prefecture's forces. Whether they truly were Wolf Fang Bandits or not, Feng Lingbo placed this debt squarely on the Imperial Court's head.
The forces of Guangyi Commandery assumed an offensive posture. The moment they began mobilizing, a guest from the Southern Prefecture Governor's Mansion immediately came knocking at the Prefect's Mansion to negotiate with Feng Lingbo. No one knew what benefits were promised to pacify him. In any case, neither side wanted to blow matters up, and what had seemed ready to spiral out of control swiftly calmed down again...
At Song Manor in the Capital City, Song Jiuming stood silently beside a pond in an elegant little courtyard.
The steward, Liu Lu, hurried over and reported, "Third Master was furious when he learned the news. He is throwing a terrible fit."
Song Jiuming frowned slightly. He could understand his son's