The mood among the Undead on the city wall was awkward... No one knew what to do about Young Master, who kept insisting he would never let anyone follow him around. He wasn't stupid. He knew what the unanimous vote meant: Doomsday's vote could only have been cast by Lu Huayu.
Young Master's only response to his enemy's approval was to fight back.
Plenty of people sneaked glances at Eunuch Lu, who had hidden his head inside his hood. Had he seen this coming? His methods might be underhanded, but he was genuinely devious.
Then again, surely even Eunuch Lu couldn't have predicted it this precisely. Who would have expected a unanimous vote?
Usually, someone would cast a dissenting vote just to stand out. But every clan leader knew why they'd voted yes this time: what if their vote was the one that made the difference?
The thought of letting Young Master carry on as he was made everyone uneasy. Lu Huayu had been genuinely ruthless and scheming, and Liang Xingzhu had certainly been bold enough to act on her ideas. But Young Master had handed his clan's highest authority to a woman he'd known for only a few months. That had raised serious doubts about his intelligence.
Later, they'd realized he wasn't actually stupid. He was just lazy. Apart from art, he took nothing seriously, and he was plainly used to having an assistant or a butler handle the little things for him. Yet for all his arrogance as a pampered young master, he had an innocent streak. He never used money to push people around in the game, nor had he shown any interest in appointing a deputy clan leader to do the work.
He had come to play the game, plain and simple. Starting a clan had