Could it be that King Yan was really frightened by the deity statue?
Thinking back to seven years ago when King Yan was just an eleven-year-old boy, Pei Zhan swallowed back the doubts he had been about to voice.
King Yan was not like the deposed Crown Prince. One was merely a prince, while the other was a favored candidate for the crown from a young age. So, seven years ago, the fourteen-year-old deposed Crown Prince was already capable of plotting such a conspiracy against his brother. Meanwhile, King Yan was frail and sickly from childhood. In the eyes of the emperor and empress—or at least in everyone's eyes—King Yan was just someone whose mere survival could satisfy his parents. Therefore, while the actions of an eleven-year-old deposed Crown Prince might bear scrutiny, the same wasn't considered for King Yan.
"Brother Fifth!"
At this moment, Cheng Chili was already shouting in the yard, "There's nothing in this well!"
Pei Zhan turned his head back and replied, "Got it!"
