Prince Qi had openly pardoned Jiang Yu earlier, yet now the man had vanished.
Everyone said Jiang Yu had been too ashamed to face the prince and his colleagues, and had run away.
Zhao Buwei had his own channels and knew that Jiang Yu had already been locked in the private dungeon of the Prince's Residence. He was being brutally tortured and questioned about whether he was a spy, whether he had deliberately induced Prince Qi to leave the residence.
But Zhao Buwei had seen that day's events clearly. Jiang Yu had plainly only been trying to please Prince Qi.
Besides, even if Jiang Yu had spoken up first, hadn't Prince Qi himself made the final decision and insisted on going out?
Hadn't Jiang Yu tried hard to dissuade him in the end?
If Prince Qi insisted on leaving, who could possibly stop him?
One extra word had condemned him to certain death, perhaps even bringing disaster upon his wife and children. How could that not send a chill through their hearts?
Prince Qi frowned slightly at Zhao Buwei's answer.
This was nothing like Zhao Buwei's usual responses. Master Zhao had always been quick-witted; even when answering a question, he would never have been so perfunctory.
Rather than helping him think through the problem, these words were merely fobbing him off!
Prince Qi raised his eyes and studied Zhao Buwei closely.
At a glance, he noticed the apprehension in Zhao Buwei's expression and his evasive gaze. The man was actually afraid!
His gaze swept over the others, only to find that the advisers all had their eyes lowered to the floor, not daring to meet his gaze.
After a moment's thought, he understood what they feared.
With advisers in the residence frequently meeting with misfortune, everyone had begun to fear