Sun Bolan could no longer sit still. He picked up a copy of the Residence Bulletin he had casually bought at the door earlier, unfolded it, and prepared to skim through it.
He had read only a few articles when he came upon something that made his eyes fly wide open. With a smack, he hurled the paper to the floor and shouted, "Stupid pigs! They actually spoke for Prince Dai! Their brains are completely full of water!"
The Residence Bulletin's publisher was Lin Zhuang, a longtime Capital City native with the degree of Provincial Graduate. Having fared poorly in the Imperial Examinations, he had opened the paper office. He had always been quite respectful toward Prince Qi, yet he had still published the matter of Water Cloud Shrine.
Not to mention that the author was Xiang Fengzhi. Sun Bolan remembered the man well: an old Cultivated Talent even more miserable than Lin Zhuang, unable to become a Provincial Graduate his entire life. He had always fancied himself lofty and pure, yet now his mouth overflowed with flattery, singing praises and composing a hymn for Prince Dai.
"Bastard! Was attacking Water Cloud Shrine the right thing to do? That was Prince Dai's achievement."
Unable to restrain himself, Sun Bolan picked it back up and flipped through several pages. Seeing several familiar names, he threw it down again in hatred. He did not know whether these scholars had truly defected to Prince Dai or whether water had entered their brains.
But no matter which it was, once they had spoken well of Prince Dai, they could no longer be used by the prince!
"And the rest would be one thing, but this article, 'Sweep Away the Foul Wind,' is simply deserving of condemnation! Though it did not openly disparage the princes,