...
Wang Shouzhe, knowing full well that he was the Emperor's spy, still spoke such words in front of him, clearly convinced that this conversation would not be relayed back.
Jiang Yusong's hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched involuntarily.
He had never believed that being the Emperor's man would deter Wang Shouzhe from harming him. After all, this man had always been extremely cautious and full of strategic wits. Killing him without raising suspicion was something others might not achieve, but that didn't mean Wang Shouzhe couldn't.
Perhaps, for this day, Wang Shouzhe had already prepared numerous plans.
Drops of cold sweat slid down Jiang Yusong's forehead.
His only way to save himself...
"Mr. Yusong is a smart man," Wang Shouzhe said, sipping his Spiritual Tea calmly, "since Shouzhe has lifted the lid today, there must surely be a result."
