"Yet you still dared to throw people in jail," Wu Xingshun sneered, "Following you out here, I'm scared out of my wits every single day. Now we've offended the Third Prince, and if he really ascends the throne one day, I'll be in for a tough time because of you."
Even though he was complaining, his eyes were filled with gossip, "Who do you think will eventually take the throne?"
"How would I know? Even our master can't calculate that precisely."
"That's true. Until the very last moment, anything could change.
Every succession struggle is a bloodbath, and who knows if our master will come out unscathed this time."
At this point, both showed worry on their faces. They had avoided the worst of it, but their respected master was still caught in the storm.
"Master is a true minister; he shouldn't face too big of an issue." Xu Zitian said, though he was uncertain in his heart. There are plenty of ways to target someone.
