"His Highness suspects Prince Dai."
Ma Youliang understood immediately and, recalling this in deep thought, realized he had once felt the same way and even investigated, but the results had left him feeling deeply stifled.
Leaving no trace like an antelope hanging its horns by its-horns, could it all be Heaven's Will?
If it was not Heaven's Will, did Prince Dai actually possess such methods to play with the hundred officials, the various princes, and the Emperor in the palm of his hand?
Thinking this way, a chill penetrated straight to the marrow.
"Your Highness, today's ordeal is perhaps merely a coincidence? Otherwise, this humble subject truly cannot fathom why things have turned out this way."
Having followed Prince Shu for over a dozen years as his chief strategist, Ma Youliang held a unique sentiment and status. Moreover, since Prince Shu treated scholars with courtesy and was especially polite to talented individuals, Ma Youliang spoke his mind just like that.
Prince Shu indeed did not grow angry at Ma Youliang's words, but instead shook his head. "It cannot be a coincidence."
As he spoke, the pacing Prince Shu stopped, turned to stare at Ma Youliang, dark flames flickering in his pupils: "Is there any movement from Prince Dai's Residence?"
Even though the former Prince Dai was now the Crown Grandson, Prince Shu refused to acknowledge this outcome and declined to admit that Su Ziji was the Crown Grandson, always referring to him as Prince Dai when speaking with his strategists.
Biting his lip, Ma Youliang shook his head. "Our men have been keeping watch and currently report no movement. I will report more detailed intelligence to Your Highness once I have gathered it."
Saying this, Ma Youliang fell silent for a long time before speaking again: "All these past events