1739 The Truth 3
All was lost!
What remained was nothing but futile daydreams!
It was not because he lacked intelligence, but because he was shackled by a hopelessly inept Crown Prince who hampered any progress. He dragged him down.
Junyi’s expression turned deadly, his face consumed by darkness as if he contemplated taking direct action against someone.
Even the guard was taken aback, witnessing a side of the strategist that differed greatly from his usual composed demeanor. While the guards had served the Crown Prince, they had limited knowledge about the strategist himself. Based on their observations, the strategist had always carried a calm and pleasant countenance. But now, he appeared disturbingly intense.
The guard added hesitantly, “Strategist, the Crown Prince wishes to see you.”
“He wants to see me?” Junyi sneered, swiping the books off the table with contempt. “He wants to see me? Fine, then!”
With a purposeful stride, Junyi headed towards the Crown Prince’s study, knowing the way all too well. It had often been his refuge when time did not allow him to return to his own quarters.
What an ironically pathetic request.
What did that imbecile expect from him?
On what grounds did he think he had the authority to summon him again?
Utterly foolish, the epitome of stupidity.
Junyi stormed forward, seething with anger.
As soon as Zhou Huailing laid eyes on Junyi, he began complaining. “Junyi, come up with a solution. Lord Huai has become the King, and his soldiers surround us. I feel trapped and constantly fear for my life! Think of a way for us to escape this place and regain our luxurious lifestyle!”
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“You must be aware that my Eighth Brother established the Shadow Door! How could he have discreetly formed such an organization? I am no match for him, not in the least.”
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“I am not driven by ambition or the pursuit of the throne. All I desire is to stay alive and possess opulent possessions!”
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“You have always been the brilliant strategist. Think of something for me! We can spend the rest of our lives together in luxury! Remember, I too am part of the imperial family!”
Zhou Huailing pleaded anxiously.
“A luxurious life?” Junyi stared at Zhou Huailing, his eyes filled with disdain.
Zhou Huailing nodded confidently, convinced that a life of luxury was all he needed. He simply wished to avoid any form of suffering.
That was the bare minimum expectation he had as a prince.
Hearing those words, Junyi’s disgust deepened. “You imbecile! How dare you dream of a life of luxury? You have survived this long solely because of my assistance.”
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“You find yourself in this wretched state because you brought it upon yourself! Just wait, your demise is imminent!”
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“A life of luxury?”
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“I possess immense talent, but as Xie Yan rightfully pointed out, my judgment is flawed. That’s why I’ve been aiding you, you foolish fool!”
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“And you have the audacity to yearn for a life of luxury? I hope you meet your end!” Junyi snapped, overwhelmed by disgust.
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