The Fourth Prince stood up, his gaze looking far out the window. It was clear that although he was trying hard to control his expression, his anger was too evident, with his fists clenched and perspiring.
The Black and White Impermanence was one of the Fourth Prince's most important assassins. To think that this time, they would unexpectedly suffer a loss at the hands of Qin Tian. Too hateful!
"Have I been too kind to Qin Tian?"
The Fourth Prince came to his senses and sneered, "Wushuang."
"Your Highness."
A middle-aged man responded as he entered, gesturing for the guards who came to report to leave.
The middle-aged man was dressed in white, appearing to be in his forties or fifties. He was very genteel, but beneath the gentleness was a sharpness that was difficult for ordinary people to see.
This man was the Fourth Prince's personal housekeeper and one of his trusted advisors, Jiang Wushuang.
As Jiang Wushuang walked in, the Fourth Prince asked, "How is the Qin residence?"
