"Wait—"
The Great King seemed to have thought of something.
He asked, "Which ones were involved?"
"Probably the First and Second Princes. The Twelfth Prince's body was secretly moved to the A Ye Qi Qi Tribe..."
The Great King mused, "Looks like someone's framing them."
The servant didn't dare respond.
The Great King seemed to be asking him, yet also muttering to himself.
"Who do you think is behind the framing?"
He knew exactly what the eldest and second sons were like.
Since their mother died, the two of them had indeed harbored resentment, but in public, they'd always kept their heads down and acted like meek little grandsons. They'd yielded to their younger brothers at every turn. Anyone who didn't know better would've thought they were the younger ones. The Great King saw through them: they were lying low.
Heh, they did have the makings of his younger self.
Putting himself in their shoes, he didn't believe the two boys had spent twenty or thirty years pretending to be meek, enduring humiliation and shouldering burdens, only to rashly make a move before they'd seen the dawn. Even if he turned a blind eye and let them build up their power, they still weren't in a position to contend with the faction led by Su Shi Yilu. They wouldn't—and couldn't—kill the Twelfth Prince at such a sensitive moment.
What would they gain?
Would they draw Su Shi Yilu's hatred and clear the way for their younger brothers? Heh, they weren't that kindhearted.
"Have the eldest and the others reacted?"
The servant shook his head. "Everything is as usual."
The Great King sighed. "That won't do. They've been framed and haven't even noticed. They're far too careless."
An outsider might've thought he was worried about his sons, but his confidants knew