Charles was always driven by profit, but he wouldn't dare to forcibly keep Miao Qing. In the end, he could only grit his teeth in resentment.
It's all William's fault. If William hadn't appeared, he could have used the hiding place of those eighty thousand souls as leverage to have Miao Qing do him a big favor.
Charles glared at William hatefully, "Throw him out!"
Seeing William just made him irritable.
No contesting, no fighting?
Ha, he certainly didn't need to contest or fight, because even without doing so, all those things—the throne, wealth, power, the kingdom—were all his!
As another son of Father, William had been showered with every favor since childhood, but what about him?
He was left to sit on a cold bench in the Cold Palace, and every time Father saw him, he just frowned.
William deserved it, he was beyond redemption!
Who told William to be so lucky?
Holding such a good hand of cards, yet he played them into a mess due to foolish naivety.
