Li Jingxuan had not died.
He had nearly thought Wang Yang would seize this chance to kill him!
Although the Prince of Badong was absent and Wang Yang could not issue military orders, of all the damned luck, the prince had left a remark before departing: "Military Commander, enforce military law properly! If you find anyone at fault, keep chopping! Chop a few more-that's what makes it satisfying."
That had plainly been said in anger, not as actual permission for Wang Yang to execute anyone! But that bastard could pick up a stalk of grass and wield it like a sword. Now that he truly had his hand on a dagger's hilt, wouldn't he swing it like a long lance?
By rights, he was the prince's trusted adviser, and however arrogant Wang Yang might be, he could not execute him without authorization. But that was merely common sense. Common sense could measure ordinary men, but it simply could not measure Wang Yang!!!
He had even worked out how to fight back and buy time, how to cow everyone present with sound arguments and demand that the Prince of Badong be summoned immediately, making the soldiers afraid to choose sides lightly. With Wang Yang's forcing Chen Qiming to his death as precedent, he believed that once the prince returned, no excuse Wang Yang offered would help him.
Fortunately, in the end Wang Yang had only glanced at him and done nothing.
Then what did that look mean?
Could he have guessed what I was thinking?
Still shaken, Li Jingxuan also secretly made up his mind...
In the Inner-Cabin Royal Quarters, the bed curtains hung half lowered.
The Prince of Badong lay facing inward with his back to the room, arms folded and legs curled, slowly working himself into a fury,