Afterwards, both parties continued their discussion, which went on until very late, before finally dispersing.
"Farewell, Your Highness!"
Outside the private room, Pang Wenzheng bowed to Qi Junji to bid him farewell, watching as he departed.
When it was just him and his confidant left, the two exchanged a smile, both smiles carrying a sinister air.
"Qi Yun, despite his wisdom and prowess, produced nothing but a bunch of worthless dogs for sons, easily turned against him with just a few words, hehehe..."
The man beside Pang Wenzheng laughed with a yin zeze sound, causing Pang Wenzheng to frown, "He did have a few remarkable ones, like that Second Prince who was quite promising, but unfortunately died young, and the Fifth Prince, who fell from his horse during the autumn hunt and ended up paralyzed. A great pity!"
"Was it an accident?"
The man suddenly inquired.
