"....."
"So this time, how many people will die in Yanzuo Square? How much chaos will break out in the city?"
"....."
"Once Daxing City falls into chaos, over at the Eastern Capital, not to mention Wang Shaoji who is about to head north and the ever-watchful Turkic tribes, how could they not take action?"
"So that's how it is,"
Upon hearing him say this, Pei Xingyuan was immediately enlightened and sighed softly, "I thought Uncle had grown senile—"
As he said this, he realized he had misspoken, and cautiously glanced at Yu Wenye. Although Yu Wenye didn't say anything, he merely glared at him, while Shen Wuzheng helplessly shook his head at the side once more.
Pei Xingyuan chuckled and continued, "But who would have thought, in this world, besides being senile, there is also, rare wisdom in playing dumb."
Shen Wuzheng said, "The Grand Chancellor is like this, not even possessing the rare wisdom."
"....."
