「In the Imperial Study.」
The atmosphere was at an impasse.
Zhao Ci was in a bind. On one hand, he was ecstatic about receiving the Divine Talisman. On the other, he felt nothing but endless scorn for Old Deng.
'That Old Deng... he's been suspecting me and testing me this whole damn time.'
"You..."
Zhao Huan mused, "You really won't kill him?"
Zhao Ci nodded. "I want to kill him! But I will not stain my hands with my brother's blood!"
"Good!"
Zhao Huan was inwardly delighted. He looked at Zhao Yong with growing disappointment. "Did you hear that? The older brother you so revere forced you to stain your hands with blood, while the Imperial Brother you wanted to kill refuses to even draw a blade on you! If I hadn't tricked this out of you, how long would you have remained so deluded?"
"Huh?"
Zhao Yong's head snapped up, utterly bewildered. "Tricked?"
"Huh?"
Zhao Ci wore a look of utter shock. "The mastermind behind this... was the Crown Prince?"
