"This..." The assistant secretary hesitated, looking at Crown Prince George, and bent over, saying, "Your Highness, this pertains to the Charlman family’s reputation. Currently, information is chaotic from all sides. In case it’s a hoax, I’m afraid..."
As the first in line to the throne, every action George takes concerns his political achievents and future. Even the slightest flaw would be magnified infinitely.
This ti, the Charlman family’s scandal has been exposed again, leaving the assistant secretary nervous, fearing it might end up as another baseless blunder like before.
At this mont, Crown Prince George crosses his legs, leans back on the chair, and slowly lights a cigar, "What’s there to fear? The purpose of the discussion in the political forum is to deliberate on revoking the noble title, not for imdiate enactnt.
In recent months, scandals related to the Charlman family have erged one after another. If this continues, the public in the British Imperial will inevitably start questioning the aristocratic system.
Rather than let the public doubt the Royal Family’s authority, it’s better to think of counterasures in advance. The discussions in the political forum might not reach a consensus, but at the very least, so actions must be taken to silence public opinion."
The assistant secretary suddenly realized and nodded, "Your Highness is wise."
Crown Prince George squinted his eyes, taking a puff of smoke, "What has Weston been up to recently?"
"It’s heard... the Second Crown Prince is attending the Lower House etings daily, seemingly trying to quickly rack up so political achievents to make up for the Global Society’s mishap."
George smirked, "This is the consequence of seeking a tiger’s help in vain."
Now that the Charlman scandal is rampant in the British Imperial, if Second Crown Prince Weston wants to distance himself and preserve prudence, the only option is to turn a blind eye.
Crown Prince George thoughtfully waved his hand, and the assistant secretary promptly understood and left the main hall.
Soon after, he picked up the phone again and dialed the Old Fox, "Old Shang, indeed, you haven’t lost your touch."
On the other side of the handset, Shang Zonghai, dressed in white Tai Chi attire, casually set aside the Tai Chi Sword and took a towel from Wei Ang to wipe his forehead, "Why do you say that?"
George’s gaze fell on the flickering cigar smoke, and after a long pause, he chuckled, "The Charlman family wouldn’t be where they are today without your contribution, don’t deny it."
Upon hearing this, Shang Zonghai relaxed, walking unhurriedly to the pavilion to sit down, "What they reap today, they brought upon themselves."
Crown Prince George laughed silently, "Spare the talking in circles. The political forum will soon open the discussion agenda. If you want the resolution to pass, it’d be best if you do sothing more. Otherwise, the existing scandals alone aren’t enough for the Royal Family to revoke the noble title."
After responding, Shang Zonghai ended the call, and Wei Ang promptly brought over a cup of tea, "Sir, just now, Prince Wu Lv sent a ssage. The Cabinet Council is about to initiate impeachnt procedures against the Myanmar leader, and the Tan Family’s aides have unanimously approved."
"Mm, tell Old Tan not to leave any future troubles." Shang Zonghai sipped his tea, appearing relaxed and at ease.
...
anwhile, in the hospital’s experintal ward.
Xiao Yehui sat in a wheelchair, his right leg wrapped in gauze, gazing distantly out the window.
He had no phone, no confidant, his silhouette reflecting a sense of isolation and helplessness.
The experintal ward was closely guarded by Zuo Xuan and others, devoid of any tools to communicate with the outside world.
Despite this predicant, Xiao Yehui remained calm and composed.
He seed more tranquil than usual and was very cooperative with the hospital’s treatnt.
At this ti, there was a sound behind him, but Xiao Yehui stayed as still as a mountain, as if he hadn’t heard it.
Footsteps softly approached until a gun pressed against the back of his head, finally stirring a ripple in Xiao Yehui’s expression, "You really are still alive."
The appearance of Yin Mo seed to be within his expectations.
Even without turning around, he was certain it was her.
Yin Mo tightly gripped the gun, pressing the muzzle forcefully against his head, "If I died, how would I seek revenge on you?"
"Heh..." Xiao Yehui let out a hoarse chuckle, straightened his back, and spoke lightly, "Aunt Yin didn’t really die, what revenge could you have against ?"
Aunt Yin’s finger instinctively tightened around the trigger, gritting her teeth, "Xiao Yehui, what audacity do you have to ntion my mother?"
"A servant isn’t worth ntioning." Xiao Yehui turned his wheelchair with one hand, ignoring the dark gun muzzle, slowly moving toward the hospital bed, "Put it away. Even if there’s revenge to be taken, it’s not your place to do it."
In front of him, Yin Mo always seed to be overshadowed.
Because Xiao Yehui could always pinpoint her secrets.
Yin Mo lowered her hand, her eyes filled with hatred, "You didn’t expect to end up like this, did you?"
She spoke while moving to stand before him, her toe against the wheelchair, preventing him from moving, "Xiao Yehui, I indeed can’t kill you, but..."
Yin Mo’s elongated tone carried obvious threats and mockery. As Xiao Yehui looked up, she rcilessly punched him at the corner of his mouth.
Xiao Yehui’s handso face was knocked to the side, yet he remained silent.
Even though the corner of his mouth was bruised, he rely wiped the blood with his thumb, hoarsely mocking, "Does hitting once satisfy your anger? Captain Yin, you always do such pointless things."
Enraged, Yin Mo struck down on his left brow bone with the gun handle, "This punch is for my mom."
"This punch is for Qi Zai."
"This punch..."
Yin Mo knew she was capitalizing on soone’s predicant, but if she didn’t do sothing, she couldn’t let it go.
The Border Seven Sons fell apart because of Xiao Yehui, and her mother was hurt because of him.
Too many emotional entanglents drove Yin Mo to lose her rationality, pushing her punches with the desire to tear Xiao Yehui apart.
Until—
"Enough, second one."
A soft voice called from behind, but Yin Mo was too engrossed, as if blinded by hatred to all other senses.
Li Qiao stood in her hospital gown, looking complexly at He Chen beside her.
He Chen curled his lips, strode over, and embraced Yin Mo from behind, issuing a low warning, "Behave."
Yin Mo’s fist swung into empty air, and her action ca to a halt.
Li Qiao stepped forward, patting Yin Mo on the shoulder, "Wake up."
If Zuo Xuan hadn’t sent for her, Xiao Yehui might have been beaten to death by Yin Mo today.
Yin Mo’s red eyes gradually refocused. Turning to see Li Qiao, she awkwardly pulled her lips, "Mm, I’m awake."
She didn’t notice her back was pressed against soone’s chest. On that surge of adrenaline, all she wanted was to take down Xiao Yehui.
Li Qiao gestured towards the door with her chin, "Go out and cool down."
Yin Mo nodded, and as she turned around, her forehead hit He Chen’s chin.
She lifted her head, her eyes still carrying a hint of confusion.
After the intense outburst, what followed was exhaustion.
Yin Mo pursed her lips, her tone soft and faint, carrying a hint of spoiled grievance, "You ca."
He Chen raised an eyebrow with interest, "Yes, I ca."
He wanted to hear what she would say next.
Yin Mo’s mind was in disarray and didn’t notice He Chen’s expression, shaking her head, "Oh oh."
He Chen, full of expectation: "..."
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