Compared with the blind optimism of the others in Prince of Shu's Mansion, Wen Yu was quite calm.
The people in Prince of Shu's Mansion had all come from humble backgrounds, and nearly ninety percent of them were local martial artists from Bashu Circuit. Their strength was indeed respectable, but they lacked a broader perspective.
This was hardly the time for Prince of Shu's Mansion to celebrate, yet these people were already getting carried away, gloating and losing their heads.
Most importantly, even His Highness Prince of Shu himself seemed inclined to do the same. That was no good thing.
A trace of worry appeared on Wen Yu's face. Ji Yanxiu was clever, but his one weakness was that he was too easily swayed by others.
Back in Bashu Circuit, Ji Yanxiu had been very insecure. In those days, he hadn't spent his time thinking about how to ascend the throne. Instead, he'd wondered how he might survive when the new emperor took the throne.
Later, Su Xin had given Ji Yanxiu strength and told him how he should compete for the throne. That had helped Ji Yanxiu pull himself together. His judgment and methods had both improved considerably, and he had gradually begun to resemble a worthy prince.
However, as things in Shengjing City went increasingly smoothly for Ji Yanxiu, he had begun to grow rather complacent. On top of that, the people under him kept mindlessly flattering him, making him believe he had an eighty-percent chance of taking the throne.
Now, hearing Wen Yu pour cold water over his hopes, Ji Yanxiu instinctively felt displeased, especially because Wen Yu had brought up Su Xin.
Last time, Su Xin had refused to help Ji Yanxiu directly. Though Su Xin had explained his reasoning, and Ji Yanxiu had agreed that