Zhao Shou gave a shudder, sweat dripping even faster. But Prince Qi was waiting for his answer, and he could not refuse to speak. He could only say cautiously, "This humble one believes we can make an issue of this and challenge Prince Dai. After all, the assassin turned against us and killed Mister Sun and two residence guards. If we pursue the matter..."
"If we pursue the matter, I'll be dragged into disgrace as well! What kind of rotten idea is that?"
If they pursued the matter, they would first have to expose that he had sent people to assassinate Prince Dai—only for them to be captivated by Prince Dai's charisma and turn around to strike him instead. The idea was so stupid that no person of normal intelligence should have been able to suggest it. Prince Qi flew into a rage and roared.
He smashed his fist directly onto the small table. The cups and dishes atop it jolted into the air and rolled to the floor. With a crash, tea flowed down the steps.
"Is this the lukewarm idea you came up with? What am I keeping you for? What am I keeping all of you for?"
"Are you trying to make me into a laughingstock with such an idea?"
"Or are you planning to have your head cut off too?"
Prince Qi's sudden outburst made Zhao Shou's legs tremble. He nearly went weak-kneed and fell to the floor, but fortunately, he understood Prince Qi's temperament. If he dropped to his knees with a thud and begged for mercy now, Prince Qi would likely become even more furious.
Just then, a figure hurried in from outside. His steps were light, and he quickly reached Prince Qi, lowered his head, and reported, "Your Highness, someone outside has delivered