"Prince Qi is actually like this!"
Prince Qi's change startled both Zhao Buwei and Zhang Bolai. The two of them had not followed Prince Qi for a short time, and previously they had never seen anyone dare speak to the grand prince like that.
Strictly speaking, Prince Qi detested scholars or strategists with an inscrutable and exaggerated attitude. The light punishment was an official reprimand, the heavy punishment was a beating with a heavy staff, and sometimes they were even beaten to death. After happening a few times, no one dared to do it anymore.
Now this person not only dared to utter wild words, but he was not beaten to death, and was actually even invited inside by the grand prince.
It seems Prince Qi has also smelled the crisis.
Thinking this, Zhao Buwei couldn't help casting a glance at Prince Qi. Seeing him smiling while there was not the slightest ripple within his eyes, Zhao Buwei felt a pang in his heart, averted his gaze, and happened to catch sight of Zhang Bolai not far away. The two exchanged a look and each restrained their expressions.
Although they served at Prince Qi's side together, the relationship between Zhao Buwei and Zhang Bolai was still somewhat complex and subtle.
It could not be called being as incompatible as fire and water. After all, neither of them was stupid, knowing where Prince Qi's bottom line for employing people was. If the two really fought each other into red-eyed roosters first, Prince Qi would definitely not tolerate it.
And besides the two of them, there were other strategists gathered around Prince Qi. No matter how tyrannical Prince Qi was, purely on the strength of his identity as an imperial prince, it was enough to attract many down-and-out scholars to come and