"To die for me..."
Jiang Wang sat lazily, the corner of his mouth tugging upward.
Chongxuan Sheng had to admit that, from this angle, the one surnamed Jiang really wasn't bad-looking at all! Especially that vaguely mocking, faintly sarcastic, somewhat absent-minded smile—it carried a touch of a prince's carefree elegance.
Of course, he had no idea that Jiang Wang's absent-mindedness at this moment was because most of his attention was focused on dealing with the bruised swelling at the corner of his eye. The force of a Current Era True Lord was not so easily dissipated. Fortunately, Jiang had plenty of experience with this already.
"So if I take the initiative against the Bao Family afterward, that'll make me even more heartless and unjust?" Jiang Wang asked, shifting the subject.
Chongxuan Sheng curled his lip. "That's right. You've even learned to draw inferences from one instance now."
"With them spreading it like this, aren't they afraid I'll disregard whatever face the nobles are supposed to save for one another and come forward to expose it?" Jiang Wang asked.
Chongxuan Sheng smiled. "The Bao Family has never admitted that Bao Zhongqing died for you. That's all just wild gossip in the streets—how can you pin it on the Bao Family? The Bao Family's official line is that Bao Zhongqing died resisting an evil cult, sacrificing himself for the greater cause. What, the man is already dead, and you, Marquis of Wu'an, have such deep hatred for the Bao Family that you still want to trample on his reputation? Besides, True Lord Bao lost his eldest son on the battlefield, then his second son amid the wave of purging evil. The old man's heart is broken by grief—do you really care so little for the feelings of a commander of the Nine