Ji Chang looked down at his three sons, his brows tightly furrowed. A trace of pride stirred in his heart, but it was overwhelmed by helplessness and inner conflict.
Any one of these three exceptional sons would have greatly increased the strength of another vassal lord and brought glory to his ancestors.
Yet he had somehow ended up with all three, and he could not bring himself to feel happy.
The air in the study seemed to congeal. Bo Yikao, Ji Fa, and Ji Dan stood apart, not saying a word, but the invisible currents of energy around them continuously intertwined and collided in the air.
Ji Chang drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to explode, and swept his lightning-sharp gaze over his three sons.
"Are you all here?" His voice was low and his tone flat.
As he spoke, the authority he had accumulated over many years in a position of power radiated outward, seemingly trying to forcefully suppress the three sons.
"Do you know that Western Qi is now in a perilous situation, with Wen Zhong's army able to raise the butcher's knife and wipe out the foundations of Western Qi at any moment?"
"We know." The three answered almost simultaneously, but when their eyes met, they were still filled with hostility.
"You know?" Ji Chang slammed his palm onto the table. The sound was not loud, but it still shook all three of them to their cores. "Since you know, why are you still endlessly fighting among yourselves?"
"Do you think Western Qi's Fortune is too abundant to withstand you squandering it like this? Or do you think Di Xin's blade is not sharp enough to sever the heads of the Ji Clan?"
Ji Fa was the first to speak, his voice carrying a trace