Wang Tai could not make sense of it, and he no longer had the energy to try. The news that Wang Yang had returned to Jingzhou City had thrown him into utter panic.
The only reason he had dared show the testimony to the Prince of Badong was that he had believed Wang Yang dead. With testimony written in Wang Yang's own hand, would he not be free to say whatever he pleased? That was also why he had decided from the outset to silence Wang Yang as soon as the testimony was finished.
But now Wang Yang was not only alive-he had returned and met the Prince of Badong. If the prince brought out the testimony to check it against his account, how could Wang Yang possibly not turn around and bite him?!
Unless the Prince of Badong hated Wang Yang so much that he refused even to hear him out and insisted on killing him immediately to satisfy his anger, he would certainly summon Wang Tai for a confrontation! Then Wang Tai could only cling stubbornly to his story while he and Wang Yang flung filth at each other.
But when it came to flinging filth, he did not seem to have any advantage over that little bastard!!!
Besides, that little bastard had at least made himself a familiar face before the Prince of Badong. Wang Tai had no connection with the prince at all, and he could not even use the fatal weakness he held over the little bastard-his impersonation of a Langya noble. Otherwise, if the prince asked why he had not exposed him despite knowing the truth, and why he had kept calling him nephew and brother, what could he say? Surely not that he had initially meant to use him to trap the prince,