He frowned and thought to himself that You Xi intended to imply something. He couldn't help but quietly glance at the other party, but found that the Marquis looked ashen-faced, not deliberately provoking him. Vitokin was taken aback for a moment, then relaxed; deep down, he looked down on the King's brother and naturally wouldn't suspect him of having such a scheme.
At this time, the youth beside Vitokin smiled: "Indeed, in terms of personal prowess, Erune might not find anyone more talented at this age. But noble politics has never been dictated by personal power, and the nobles in the North probably won't hand over their interests just because of a genius. Even someone mighty like a Sword Saint can only show bravado on the battlefield."
