At these words, both men's expressions changed, but they kept their composure and continued listening.
"Now you, Bo Yan, also have something of a great general's innate mettle, while you, Wen Xunpeng, also show signs of a high minister's destiny. Such are the wonders of fate!"
Perfected Hui Dao's words were far too blunt, and far too startling.
Both men who had entered the small reception room, Wen Xunpeng and Bo Yan alike, felt their hearts jolt and stared straight at him.
Who was this old Daoist? How dared he say such things?
They looked at Prince Dai's expression again. He merely listened with a smile, his face betraying neither belief nor disbelief.
But whether Prince Dai believed him or not, Wen Xunpeng thought, Had my lord not persuaded Bo Yan to willingly change sides, I might already have been assassinated. That does fit what he said.
As for the signs of a high minister's destiny, if he could become a high minister, did the implications even need spelling out?
Bo Yan had only just confessed the assassination plot to Wen Xunpeng, and he too felt the words had struck home. I haven't yet reported the assassination plot to His Highness, and Prince Dai wouldn't stage all this for a nobody like me. Does that mean this Daoist truly has some ability?
Three candles burned in the small reception room. Even Su Ziji had been somewhat surprised by Perfected Hui Dao's startling words, though he had not shown it.
With pregnancy weighing on her, Ye Buhui had gone back accompanied by a maid.
"We cannot take such things as certain." Smiling, Su Ziji offered him a seat and ordered tea served, seemingly intending a lengthy conversation, then fell silent. Wen Xunpeng immediately understood and drew Bo Yan away into the