Inside the Imperial Study Room, an enduring silence suddenly descended.
Ji Chengtian's right hand held a brush made from Snow Wolf hair, suspended in midair. Even as ink dripped from the tip, staining the memorials, he paid no attention.
"If Qing Yu is eliminated, then your next target would be me."
Finally, the brush fell, and Ji Chengtian spoke coldly.
"But you are tempted nonetheless. Haha..." Elder Shiming laughed, mocking and sneering.
With his experience, how could he not see Ji Chengtian's temptation?
In fact, this required no sight; from the moment Ji Chengtian colluded with him, it already represented Ji Chengtian's hostility towards Qing Yu.
The world is only so large. The cake of interests had long been divided, and newcomers wishing to claim a piece had to snatch it from those who were there first.
