Gong Huai remained silent. Bei Tangsu's words were sharp, not without mockery toward Beitang Sheng and Beitang Xing, father and son. It was clear that this man truly held neither ruler nor father in his eyes, and his ambitions ran deep.
He was different. His abilities were ordinary, his martial arts mediocre; he could only barely serve as a Plum Blossom Guard. Moreover, he was not of the Beitang Imperial Clan, so he could not casually comment on its members as Bei Tangsu did. Otherwise, he would be failing to see himself clearly, and disaster would sooner or later befall him.
After Bei Tangsu finished speaking, he too felt that he had somewhat lost his composure. Gong Huai was, after all, a Plum Blossom Guard. Though he obeyed his commands, he might still report today's conversation to the Imperial Clan Court. If that happened, Bei Tangsu would surely suffer.
After pondering for a moment, he said,
"Gong Huai, what I have said today leaves my mouth and enters your ears. Let no third person hear it, or else you know the consequences."
It was not that he did not wish to kill Gong Huai to keep the secret. Rather, this man still had his uses, and he was someone who knew how to read the times—not one of those reckless fools indoctrinated with every kind of belief, willing to die for the Beitang Imperial Clan.
Since he was a smart man, he would know what to choose and what to abandon. Bei Tangsu might not possess any overwhelming advantage, but his strength was still far from insignificant. Without absolute certainty, Gong Huai would never betray him.
Still, even so, the necessary warning had to be given.
It had to be said that Bei Tangsu had a very keen eye for