In short, Fu Mingye only wanted to watch the commotion, not become the center of it.
In his view, whether that rabble could make a significant impact remained uncertain. He had not yet ascended the throne, and his foundation was not stable. His so-called brothers would rather he died there, eliminating one competitor. How could he possibly fulfill their wishes?
He certainly had no intention of sacrificing himself in the process.
Fu Mingye's eyes flashed faintly, with turbulent undercurrents hidden within.
However, should the situation change, he would not hesitate to take action.
His inner thoughts whirled, yet his demeanor remained exquisitely polite, embodying an image of harmless gentility.
In contrast, the expressions of Mingshu and the others were quite unsightly.
As one of the four major powers, Dongling's strength was not weak, second only to Great Qi.
If Great Qi, already troubled from within, were to encounter external threats, it would surely be severely weakened!
