Wang Shouzhe had clearly known Jiang Yusong was His Majesty's spy, yet he had said such things in front of him. He was plainly certain those words would never make it back.
Jiang Yusong's hand, hidden within his sleeve, clenched unconsciously.
He had never believed that merely because he served His Majesty, Wang Shouzhe would not dare touch him. After all, this man had always been exceptionally cautious and brimming with stratagems. Others might not be able to kill him without arousing suspicion, but that did not mean Wang Shouzhe could not.
Perhaps Wang Shouzhe had long ago prepared seven or eight, even ten different plans for this very day.
Beads of cold sweat trickled down Jiang Yusong's forehead.
The only way he could save himself...
"Mr. Yusong is a clever man." Wang Shouzhe sipped his spirit tea and spoke unhurriedly. "Since Shouzhe has lifted this lid today, I naturally intend to obtain a result."
Jiang Yusong's face turned pale. Drawing a deep breath, he said, "Clan Head Shouzhe, your courage is truly immense. Are you not afraid I will pretend to agree, then bite back afterward? You said it yourself—His Majesty is currently at his most emotionally sensitive."
"I said Mr. Yusong is a clever man. Whether His Majesty wishes it or not, his era will soon pass." Wang Shouzhe spoke as lightly as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze. "The transfer of power is already unavoidable. Would Mr. Yusong truly abandon the splendid future of himself and his family for a sovereign whose curtain is about to fall?"
"Or perhaps Mr. Yusong thinks more highly of Prince Kang? Do you wish to use my, Shouzhe's, head as your letter of allegiance? I do not think so. If you truly favored Prince Kang, you would not have faithfully relayed