"Your Majesty..."
Li Sheng's voice began to tremble.
The exchange between Cao Mao and Jia Chong had contained far too much information.
It had been Jia Chong who had sent them here in the first place, ordering them to watch Cao Mao's every move. Yet now, before their very eyes, Jia Chong had shaken his head and said there was no need to listen in any longer.
This left them especially terrified.
Had His Majesty known all along?
Cao Mao looked at them calmly, then turned and entered the hall.
The others were immediately at a loss, but Cao Mao understood perfectly.
Judging by Jia Chong's reputation and character, there was no chance he would stop watching him. So far, Jia Chong had shown him tremendous warmth.
It could be said that, had Cao Mao not already known what sort of man Jia Chong was, he might well have been deceived.
The smiling tiger Jia Chong's greatest talent had been rendered useless by Cao Mao's foreknowledge.
Just think: if Cao Mao had not absorbed those memories of the future, could he still have seen through that vile scoundrel? He probably would only have learned how ruthless the bastard was just before his death.
Now, however, no disguise Jia Chong assumed would be of any use.
Even if Jia Chong pointed at his own ancestral graves and swore loyalty to Cao Mao right now, Cao Mao would not believe him.
But this was a good opportunity to exploit.
Cao Mao would not let it slip away.
After entering the Western Hall, he said without betraying anything, "Li Sheng, come in. The rest of you, wait."
No one dared disobey. They no longer followed him inside together as they had a few days before.
With his head lowered, Li Sheng followed him