"Good. Now that Meng Family Patriarch's identity has been verified, no one should stir up any further trouble.
"Everyone present in the hall today also has the duty to clarify this matter to the outside world, so as to avoid any misunderstandings."
After the bronze basin of water used to verify his identity was removed, Beitang He, Heir of Yanping Commandery Prince, spoke at once. His eyes gleamed as he looked at Meng Zhao with utter sincerity. His acting truly could not have been better.
Meng Zhao indeed disliked the man, but he would not behave like some petty street vendor, brawling and hurling insults at will. It would be beneath his dignity.
With a faint smile, his handsome face open and unrestrained, he returned a gentle look.
"Then Meng thanks the Heir."
Meng Zhao placed particular emphasis on the word "thanks," clearly implying something else.
If he ever had the chance, he truly wanted to find out what it felt like to beat a member of the imperial clan to death.
It was not that Meng Zhao was outrageously bold. With the memories of two lifetimes, he simply held no reverence for so-called imperial authority. He was destined never to submit loyally and wholeheartedly to anyone.
He had even considered using the northern lands as his foundation, contending for the realm and fighting for supremacy across the Divine Land. Killing one imperial descendant who harbored malicious intentions toward him—what did that amount to?
What Beitang He had done today by exposing his identity was even more vile than an assassination attempt, and its impact was greater as well.
At least an assassination would not harm Meng Zhao, whereas rumors and gossip could leave him struggling at every step.
Beitang He seemed not to have caught the true meaning in