"Damn it!"
Chu Xuanzhi slammed his fist sideways into the door, making no attempt to hide the fury in his voice. Beside him, however, Chu Tianyin remained remarkably calm. Leaning against the wall, he said, "So this was your plan?"
He glanced coldly at Chu Xuanzhi, the mocking smile on his lips deepening.
He should never have let this man deceive him in the first place. Yet he had seemed unable to control his emotions or his thoughts, allowing himself to be led around by the nose.
After witnessing this man's special ability, his trust in him had spiraled out of control. When the two sides clashed, he had automatically taken the losing side, allowing those rumors to spread throughout the city.
And what had he received in return?
He was trapped, with death all but certain.
Chu Xuanzhi snorted, stepped forward, and patted his shoulder. An eerie light seemed to gleam in his cloudy eyes. "Since Xue Pingyuan has so little regard for me, there's no need to spare his family, relatives, or friends."
"From the looks of it, he intends to climb onto the throne over the broken backs of our Chu family."
Chu Xuanzhi's smile deepened. The hand resting on Chu Tianyin's shoulder tightened slightly, bunching up his clothes. Then he withdrew it, raised it again, and snapped his fingers.
Several black-clad guards emerged from nowhere and dropped to one knee before him. "Master!"
"The plan has changed. The enemy has broken through into the city. Bring out all those weapons, and gather everyone who has blended into the crowds."
"I'll make sure they come here... and never leave!"
"Yes!"
Chu Tianyin folded his arms across his chest. He fell silent for a moment, inexplicably feeling that he ought to say something else to remind the Second