And Wang Tai was no easy customer either.
He and that woman-one old bastard, one young bastard-were both watching the Prince of Badong, hoping to get something on him.
So there were two ways to turn the tables.
The first was to engineer a fight between the two bastards.
At first glance, that seemed promising. But the problem was that he knew far too little about either bastard's background. What if they shared the same goal and joined forces instead of fighting? What if he became the sacrificial pawn in their contest?
The information gap was too wide, and the steps in between would be difficult to control. Acting rashly would be nothing more than a blind gamble without any strategy.
Not an option.
The second was to borrow the Prince of Badong's power to strike back. The enemy of his enemy was his friend, after all.
But mishandling a friendship could get people killed too. The key was how to borrow that power safely.
Lay everything out and sell the two bastards out to the Prince of Badong?
Unwise.
Once the Prince of Badong learned that his identity was false, the consequences would be impossible to predict.
How would he deal with those two bastards? They held a fatal weakness over Wang Yang. If they exposed it outright, even the Prince of Badong could not protect him. And would the prince even care whether he lived or died?
Besides, this master of changing faces was hardly any better than those two bastards. Right now, Wang Yang's gentry status kept him from going too far. If he learned that identity was false, he would probably act without any restraint at all.
With a little luck, Wang Yang would merely escape the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's lair, trading