"Don't look at me like that, you two." Wang Shouzhe's gaze was somewhat innocent. "Ever since we eliminated the 'Demonic Lecher' Zuoqiu Qingyun, I deduced that there was a very high chance the Zuoqiu Clan wouldn't be able to swallow this insult and would retaliate in secret."
"Since that was the case, it was only reasonable for me to make some arrangements in advance." Wang Shouzhe spoke with easy composure, as though it were hardly worth mentioning.
Qian Xuehan and Taishi Ankang exchanged a glance. At first hearing, Wang Shouzhe's words did seem to make some sense. But this fellow was truly far too petty—and far too cautious.
The other side was still completely in the dark, yet he had already begun weaving his net. They had not even started their retaliation, and a net of heaven and earth had already been cast...
They could not help but feel sorry for the Zuoqiu Clan. A dignified Fourth-Rank Aristocratic Clan—this time, they were likely in for a truly disastrous fall.
At the same time, they were rather fortunate. Though Wang Shouzhe was somewhat terrifying, he was on their side~~not their enemy. Such a dependable ally was instead deeply reassuring.
Over the following days.
Beneath the surface, storms churned ceaselessly through Longzuo and Qing'an Prefectures.
Most Eighth- and Ninth-Rank Aristocratic Clans were not so keenly attuned. They merely felt that some major event seemed to be brewing.
Yet those Seventh- and Sixth-Rank Aristocratic Clans clearly "watched" a grand spectacle unfold.
The dignified Prefectural Governor of Longzuo Prefecture had gone to Qing'an Prefecture to negotiate over the Flying Carriage industry, only to be bluntly rebuffed without mercy.
In the words of Qing'an Prefecture's Governor, Wu Dinghai, Taishi Ankang was simply eating radishes and worrying over nothing. Commercial competition between aristocratic clans was