Fushan Yue did not care in the slightest how many enemies he had. Still, he had learned his lesson after running headfirst into a wall with He Lingchuan. This time, after sneaking back for several days, he only then went looking for trouble with those men.0

“You didn’t kill Zhongsun Mou too, did you?”0

“No.” Fushan Yue sounded a little put out. “That bastard’s lucky. He came to the Twilight Plains this time because Lingxu City assigned him as Touring Commissioner, having him go on an official inspection tour. At a moment like this, if I killed Lingxu City’s Touring Commissioner, it would bring trouble down on Chiyan. Besides, he’s from a great family. The Zhongsun Family still has roots in Lingxu City.”0

He Lingchuan was mildly surprised. So there are actually people this brat doesn’t dare kill?0

The irony was almost comical. Fushan Yue could kill his own younger brother, who was the King of Chiyan’s most beloved youngest son, yet Zhongsun Mou could live safely just by having the title of Lingxu City Touring Commissioner?0

“At a moment like this?” Could it be because even though he’s already killed his brother, he still hasn’t been formally named crown prince?0

“The situation is bad. I can’t add more variables for myself just to deal with a petty villain.”...0