"Ha—wasn't that exactly what happened?"
It wasn't Zhai Le who replied.
Zhai Le merely shot the other man a cold sidelong glance, while the latter remained brazenly unafraid.
Lin Feng thought to herself that anyone who could make Zhai Le react like that was either his trusted confidant or a member of the Zhai clan. As Lin Feng had guessed, the man was indeed a member of the Zhai family. He was also Zhai Le's cousin, a man who had once been at odds with him but had spent these past years locked up and forced to sire children. He was Zhai Huan's younger brother by the same mother. The man had nearly gone mad from his confinement, but he had learned to be docile, so Zhai Le had finally been willing to let him out for some fresh air.
In the past, he had always kept his head down and his tail between his legs.
But the moment he saw Zhai Le's kingdom on the verge of collapse, he started acting up.
If Zhai Le suffered, he would be happy.
He deliberately provoked Lin Feng in front of everyone because he didn't want Zhai Le to surrender. It wasn't that he had any principles or truly wanted to fight. He was simply afraid Zhai Le would surrender and continue living like a man above all others, rich and powerful enough to keep him underfoot. A duke with a fief of ten thousand households—why should Zhai Le be able to get that so easily?
The thought filled him with such twisted jealousy that he was nearly mad with it.
Zhai Xiaofang had been far too lucky!
Back then, Zhai Huan had passed over all his brothers by the same father and insisted on entrusting the throne to his cousin from