San Yisheng practically stumbled into Ji Chang's study, not even having time to pay his respects, his voice strained with urgency.
"Marquis! We can't go on like this! The court is no longer a place for discussing state affairs. It has become a battlefield where the three Young Masters are constantly fighting among themselves!"
"None of the civil or military officials has any intention of handling government affairs. All they care about is destroying the other two factions. If this continues, Western Qi will fall to internal strife without even needing Grand Tutor Wen to lift a finger!"
Ji Chang had his back to him, his figure slightly stooped and his face filled with exhaustion.
The Bamboo Slips piled as high as a mountain on the desk before him were mostly unread, showing that his heart was far from calm as well.
"Yisheng..." Ji Chang's voice was hoarse, carrying a deep sense of helplessness.
"Tell me, what should I do? Fa'er, Dan'er, and Yi Kao... how could they possibly listen to me now?"
He slowly turned around, a trace of pain flickering across his brow.
His three sons were all outstanding men, the greatest helpers in his campaign against Great Shang. Yet now, right under his nose, they were fighting one another to the death.
That fellow You Hun was like a poison. He had easily altered these people's natures and was even on the verge of igniting all of Western Qi.
"You Hun! It's all that treacherous villain's fault!" San Yisheng ground his teeth.
"Marquis, even if we have to take some risks, we must find a way to eliminate that wretch! Otherwise, Western Qi will never know peace!"
"Eliminate him?" Ji Chang gave a bitter laugh and pointed toward the lights of Grand Tutor Wen's army camp, faintly