"Then you still dared to throw them into prison?" Wu Xingshun curled his lips. "Following you out here keeps me constantly on edge. Now we've offended the Third Prince. If he really ascends to the throne in the future, I'll be going down with you."
Despite his complaints, his eyes sparkled with gossip. "Who do you think will actually take that seat?"
"How should I know? I'm afraid even our master can't predict it."
"That's true. Until the very last day, any unforeseen event could happen.
"It's just that every battle for the throne is a bloodbath. I wonder if our master can emerge unscathed this time."
At this point, a look of worry appeared on both of their faces. They had managed to avoid the heart of the storm, but the master they deeply respected was still caught in the tempest.
