"Your Highness, this is no time for angry words!" The adviser was so anxious that sweat poured down his face. "The Second Prince's move is too vicious! On the surface, he's investigating Zhang Qian, but in reality, he's targeting General Meng! The Chishui Great Camp is also a forbidden subject for His Majesty. If this gets dragged into it, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
"Vicious?" Zhao Ke sneered. He raised the heavy Long Spear in one hand and casually spun it, the gust of wind making the adviser's clothes flap.
"Does that even deserve to be called vicious? It's nothing but a despicable, underhanded trick."
Zhao Ke slammed the Long Spear against the ground. The hard flagstones cracked, leaving a shallow dent.
"He thinks an old ledger dug up from some forgotten corner can shake my uncle? Shake me?"
He turned and stared at the adviser. "Are you afraid?"
The adviser felt a chill under his gaze and hurriedly lowered his head. "This subordinate is only... only worried about Your Highness."
"Your worry is unnecessary." Zhao Ke went to the desk, picked up a brush, and swiftly wrote a few words on a sheet of paper before tossing it to the adviser.
"Go. Give this to my uncle. Tell him to do as I say."
The adviser took the note. One glance at it, and his pupils contracted sharply.
It read: Voluntarily enter the Heavenly Prison and demand a thorough investigation into the events of that year.
"Your Highness! You mustn't!" the adviser cried. "This... this is exactly what the Second Prince wants!"
"What he wants?" Zhao Ke's lips curved into a cruel smile. "He wants to fish in muddy waters. I'll bring this whole pond to a boil!"
"My second brother likes to play dirty, so I'll play fair!