"If anything happens to the Princess Consort or the Heir, I shall bring my head to see you." Wild Daoist's face was grave as he bowed deeply once more, then rose and continued.
"Also, this is the moment when bayonets see blood. I shall keep a close watch on the people in the residence. Any who waver or flee in betrayal will be settled one by one."
Su Ziji nodded, then shook his head. "Don't do that. In truth, I am the one who has implicated them. Retreating is easy, but once we retreat, we may become fugitives across the realm."
"Over these past years, I have accumulated some money. Make the arrangements. Those who follow me must naturally be settled properly; those who do not, give them money and send them home." Su Ziji said.
"What are you saying, my lord? When the lord worries, his subject dies. Having partaken of your salary, I should repay you even if I must be smashed to pieces and ground to dust." Wild Daoist remained composed, but his voice rang out. "My lord, at a time like this, there can be no room for the slightest softness."
"Even if my lord grants them mercy, once we have withdrawn, they may be given money and dismissed."
"But if they flee in betrayal midway, they must be killed without pardon."
Su Ziji considered it, then nodded. His distant gaze swept over the courtyard. Prince Dai's Residence had been inhabited and refurbished for a year or two. The flowers along the paths were lush as though dyed in thick color, birds still chirped amid the greenery, and pavilions, terraces, towers, and halls stood everywhere. It was naturally a scene of clouds steaming and rosy mists glowing, verdant and luxuriant.
"What a pity. Such wealth and