Fang Yue froze. "You mean... His Majesty will strip him of his position? Or...?"
The First Prince grinned, showing his gums and teeth. "The latter!"
Fang Yue fell silent. The infighting among the royal family was truly ruthless.
But the First Prince clearly had his own agenda, too.
The Fourth Prince had schemed against me like this, so there was no way I could still feel favorably toward him. I couldn't join his faction; in fact, I could even be considered his opponent.
That was probably why the First Prince had told me all this.
"Even so... I won't serve under you. No, I should say I won't serve under any prince."
"Well, don't be so quick to rule it out. We have plenty of time."
The First Prince laughed, stood up, and picked up the wine jug. He drank as he headed for the door.
Suddenly, he stopped and turned around with a smile. "Brother Ye, I'm hosting a grand banquet at my residence tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you to come in person and thank me."
Thank him in person?
What did I have to thank him for?
Ignoring Fang Yue's bewildered expression, Qing Qianyang laughed and left.
Fang Yue pondered for a while, then had Lin Ling stand guard while he logged out on the spot.
He opened his eyes to the same familiar room.
He glanced at the door. It was open, and two guards stood outside.
Ignoring them, Fang Yue took out his phone, found a contact, and tapped the call button.
The word "Tail" appeared in the middle of the screen.
Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...
After a long stretch of ringing, a mechanical voice announced that the call was being redirected to voicemail.
"Tail, I've arrived in the Capital City. Call me as soon