Chapter 11644 — What Kind of Face Is That, Grand Preceptor?

As senior figures of the Prince of Qi's estate, such words—which sapped their own morale and boosted another's—were instinctively repugnant to them.

Yet on reflection, they had no way to refute them.

After all, they genuinely had not understood this latest move of the Prince of Qi's.

The Prince of Qi flew into a rage on the spot. "What a fine, ungrateful, traitorous son—whose side are you sitting on?"

Young Master Qi smiled bitterly. "I stand on the side of my Prince of Qi's estate, of course. But precisely for that reason, we must make a friend of Wei Zhao and not an enemy—otherwise, a slap in the face like the last one will be nothing but an appetizer."