The Great Zhou. The Jade Capital, in the vast and imposing estate of the King of Qi.

Within a secret room, aromatic smoke wafted out of an incense burner.

Second Prince Zhou Zhikun, who two years ago had received the title “King of Qi”, sat there, his expression dark and unsightly.

His hands tightly clenched the secret communications he’d just received from the Imperatorial Province.

The letter wrote that the group led by Xiang Tianqiu had all died brutal deaths atop the Western Mountain. The dead included the Su Family’s Yue Changyuan, as well as Qin Changshan, a fifth-level Grandmaster!

Yet, there were no casualties in the sixth prince’s camp.

The secret document also contained an analysis of the situation. It concluded that Su Yi was most likely the one who’d determined the sixth prince’s victory!

The message contained no specifics or detailed descriptions, but Zhou Zhikun nevertheless sank into a deep rage.

“Second Brother, it’s already happened. There’s no need to stay angry over this. No, what we need to do now is get a sense of Imperial Father’s attitude towards this incident,” the third prince, Zhou Zhizhen, said gravely. “The way I see it, one of Sixth Brother’s followers causing such a bloody debacle is sure to fling the entire province into an uproar. There’s no way Imperial Father will just let him off!”

His tone was menacing, and it carried a hint of a chill.

“If we lost the position of provincial governor, we lost it. I don’t care about that. I just never would have guessed that a mediocre, pompous playboy like our sixth brother had such tricks up his sleeve!” said Zhou Zhikun, his expression dark. “We all underestimated him!”

“No, I certainly don’t think so.” Zhou Zhizhen’s eyes flashed. “At the end of the day, victory and defeat came down to just one person: Su Yi!”

Zhou Zhikun’s eyes narrowed. “But according to my investigations, although the boy comes from the Su Family, his position is pathetically...