Jing Zhengfeng felt really damn awful.
It was still Jing Garden's Purple Bamboo Courtyard, still the reception hall, and still the three brothers—but there were two more people now.
On the left were Jing Zhengtang and Feiwei, dressed in a blue-and-green robe; on the right were Jing Zhengwu and the wealthy young lady Qin Yueshi.
Only Jing Zhengfeng was all alone.
Hmph. Two good-for-nothing men living off their wives. Jing Zhengfeng thought sourly.
Feiwei was whispering into Jing Zhengtang's ear. Jing Zhengtang nodded repeatedly as he listened, then said to his second brother, "We actually have no need to work with you. The position of family head isn't something we absolutely must have. Besides, even if we crush Big Brother, we'd still have you as a rival. If we work with you, we'd still have to compete with you after succeeding. Our chances of success would be less than half, but failure would offend Big Brother, and we'd be settled with afterward for certain. We'd lose more than we'd gain."
"Besides, the Heavenly Sword Gang's assassination attempt was your doing, Second Brother, wasn't it? Big Brother probably figured it out. In other words, you and Big Brother are already irreconcilable, while we still have room to turn back. There's no need for us to board your pirate ship."
Jing Zhengwu had yet to speak when Qin Yueshi said, "If you're trying to use your position to demand more by thinking this way, I'll look down on you. If you're unwilling to accept defeat, why didn't you submit to Jing Zhengwei to show your loyalty? Why come here to negotiate with us instead? Or are you trying to gather information here, then secretly inform Jing Zhengwei afterward to gain his trust?"
"Yueshi."
Jing Zhengwu pressed down on Qin Yueshi's hand and