Liu Zhan's expression immediately chilled. He glanced at Yu Qianzhi. "You mustn't speak such words carelessly. True Person Yu, watch your tongue!"
Though Yu Qianzhi knew he was being too blunt, he could no longer concern himself with that. "Prince Dai is merely the Crown Prince's son. You and I both know some of the inside details behind the Crown Prince's death. By all reason, even if he acknowledged his kin, it should have been impossible for him to enter the Eastern Palace again. Yet now, his fate is flourishing, with an overwhelming momentum that seems impossible to stop."
"You and I both know that great fortune may hold Heaven's will, but it is also shaped by human affairs. These turns of fate truly run contrary to all reason."
The night had deepened somewhat. Having said this, Yu Qianzhi did not look at Liu Zhan, but stared at the faintly flickering candle flame. It seemed both a warning and words spoken to himself. "Prince Qi has drawn close to the Demon Race. Though you and I could do nothing about it, we tacitly worked to weaken him."
"Prince Qi has lately become increasingly brutal and violent by nature. That cannot be a coincidence either, can it?"
Once those words were spoken, neither man said anything. Only the wind occasionally howled past, making a mournful whimpering sound.
Yu Qianzhi actually had no evidence. He was merely bluffing. Yet when all fell abruptly silent, his heart suddenly clenched. "The law does not punish the noble. Otherwise, this world would long ago have ceased to belong to the nobles and become the world of Daoists."
"Could the Yin Temple Sect still get around that?"
"No, impossible. But if someone tampered with the daily food and drink, it might not be impossible..."
As he