"Your Majesty, this was all arranged by His Highness himself. He said he wanted to help Your Majesty resolve these troubling matters." Wei Qionghua suddenly dropped to her knees and wept.
"Ever since His Highness learned that the resource handover had been giving you a headache, he arranged all this himself, solely to ease Your Majesty's burdens. But who could have known... who could have known it would... sob sob sob..."
"But we... we didn't dare defy His Highness either..."
The expressions of the three Attendants shifted slightly. They had taken part in capturing Li Bufan back then, so they naturally knew the truth.
This had clearly been Consort Qiong's doing.
"Is that truly so?" Wan Bosong cast a cold glance at the three men.
After exchanging looks, the three nodded and admitted it.
Things had already reached this point. Better to pin all the blame on Wan Qingsong; otherwise, what if Wan Bosong's anger spilled onto them?
They did not believe their lives were worth more than Wan Qingsong's.
Out of the corner of her eye, Wei Qionghua had been secretly watching them. When she saw the three nod, the corners of her lips rose slightly. From this moment onward, these three Attendants were in the same boat as her.
With their help, and after getting in touch with her good son to borrow some of the Nine Spirits Sword Sect's strength, taking control of the Myriad Dynasty was not impossible.
At the sight, Wan Bosong suddenly seemed to have had all his strength drained away. In an instant, he appeared much older. "Foolish child... such a foolish child..."
Seeing Wan Bosong like this, the three Attendants and Wei Qionghua quietly withdrew and left the great hall.
Meanwhile, Ye Yu and the others had also returned to Great Qin.