At the very moment Cang Junwei sent men to attack Zhang Yu, Zhu Zonghu, stationed at the front line, finally received the news as well. His face darkened. "Damn it! The Governance Office actually defected to Zhu Yeheng?"
He had completely lost his usual calm composure. Restlessly, he paced back and forth through the hall of the stationed vessel.
After a while, he abruptly stopped, slammed a hand on the table, and said, "Since Tao Zhidao knew about this, why didn't he tell me sooner?"
Daoist Wang said, "Zonghu, Tao Zhidao may not have failed to send word. Most likely, the message simply could not get through. The Governance Office has all communications between inside and outside under its nose. It would not be difficult for them to intercept a message."
Zhu Zonghu had also thought of the reason, and his expression grew even gloomier.
Daoist Wang said, "Though Tao Zhidao is detached by nature, he is not a man without plans. Perhaps he can rely on himself to evade this crisis and hold out until we return."
Zhu Zonghu considered this and reluctantly accepted it. Irritated, he said, "In the end, there are too few capable people at our disposal."
Compared with Zhu Yeheng, that Zhu Martial Protector, he was indeed at a disadvantage. Having been designated heir from a young age, nearly everyone around him belonged to King Xi. To avoid making King Xi think he harbored other ambitions, he had never formally developed his own power.
It was only after King Xi fell under a curse that he began trying to recruit a few people. Yet he had still failed to build much strength. Now there was another man competing with him for the position of heir, so he was extremely uneasy. If he were stripped of