Capital, Netherworld Prefecture Heavenly Prison, third underground level.
Ren Ye sat in a solitary cell in the northeast corner, a stalk of yellow grass between his lips, staring at the ceiling with a face full of bewilderment.
He had sat there thinking for several hours, yet still could not make sense of the Third Prince's actions.
If the man wanted to win him over, why had he bitten into him like a mad dog in the hall, beyond anyone's restraint? Even when the old emperor's expression had turned ugly, he had acted as though he saw nothing and just kept talking.
If he wanted him dead, why had the bastard spent over two million Star Source on antiques and treasures for him just two days ago...?
Those two actions were so fucking disconnected, so contradictory.
"Phew!"
Resting the back of his head against the cold wall, Ren Ye slowly spat out the grass before gritting his teeth and concluding, "I get it. This idiot has a split personality. He ought to be sent to Seven Families Town so Huanglong River can give him a proper treatment..."
After thinking for a while, he mentally blocked the man out and began reviewing his trump cards and the risks he currently faced.
The Earth Dragon Six Jia is in my hands. If I don't hand it over, nobody can take it.
That was one of his greatest sources of leverage.
Guan Feng and Han Chan set this up. Both the Southern Border and Qingliang Prefecture are victims, and someone in the Southern Border Court must also be involved in this game.
I'm willing to be the blade, and the old emperor is willing to wield me. So he probably doesn't want me dead.
The old emperor's expression during the Third Prince's remonstrance had