Chapter 11618 — Very Well, Very Well
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At least where character was concerned, Chief Secretary Han was beyond reproach.
By feeling and by reason alike, they could not simply stand by and watch Chief Secretary Han be dismissed.
The situation outside was now far more complicated and perilous than before; if Chief Secretary Han were not there to maneuver among the factions, the Han Prince's Estate would truly be finished.
"Mutiny! Every last one of you has turned traitor, haven't you!"
Han Jiechen was shaking with rage.
In that moment it also dawned on him that he had probably kicked an iron plate; but matters had come to this, and since the words were already out of his mouth, there was no swallowing them back—otherwise the authority of him, the Han Prince, would be gone, and he really would become a laughingstock.
The crowd all knelt in unison, their stance firm.
Seeing this, Wei Zhao said, "In the two years I have been in the Inner Royal Court, Chief Secretary Han is one of the few genuinely honest men I have dealt with. That the Han Prince's Estate has him to hold it up is the estate's good fortune."
"Very well, very well! So it's true after all—biting the hand that feeds you, and you don't even bother to hide it anymore!"
Han Jiechen pointed at Wei Zhao and Chief Secretary Han, grinding his teeth: "What do you plan to do next? Do you mean to hollow out this prince and make me your puppet?"
The crowd exchanged glances.
Wei Zhao could not help but laugh. "Your imagination runs rather far. Frankly speaking, if I wanted to take control of the Han Prince's Estate, I would not actually need you as a puppet."
Han Jiechen was instantly struck dumb.
The implication was that, to Wei Zhao, he held no value that required keeping him alive; with a single thought, Wei Zhao could kill him at any moment.
It was no wonder he thought in such dark directions—were he in Wei Zhao's position, meeting an ingrate like himself who repaid kindness with enmity, he reckoned he would long since have struck the killing blow.
Had it been otherwise, he would not be so terrified of Wei Zhao.
Han Jiechen trembled inwardly, but at the thought that this was his own home ground, the Han Prince's Estate, he finally steeled himself and gave a cold snort:
"Would you actually dare lay a hand on this prince? The ancestors of the Han Prince's Estate are watching from the ancestral hall. If you dare touch a single hair on this prince, today will be the day you die!"
Wei Zhao looked at him, speechless. Meanwhile, Wei Baizhan rose to his feet.
"Boy, you've got some nerve."
Before anyone could even react, Wei Baizhan had already seized Han Jiechen by the neck with one hand and hoisted him up.
"Stop!"
The assembled experts of the Han Prince's Estate were greatly alarmed at the sight and rushed forward to rescue him.
Yet Wei Baizhan merely stood there, and the tangible malevolence radiating from his whole body kept the experts of the Han Prince's Estate from getting close.
Even those who forced their way near would have the malevolence invade their minds, lose their reason in an instant, and then be sent flying by a single slap from Wei Baizhan.
Only then did the crowd come back to their senses—this was, after all, the very fiend who had slaughtered the Night Central Palace single-handedly!
In terms of conventional fighting strength, the Han Prince's Estate could not even compare to the Night Central Palace; once blades were truly drawn, they would end up just the same—butchered one-sidedly.
The crux was that Li Qinghe and the rest of the condemned sect leaders had risen to their feet as well.
The hearts of everyone in the Han Prince's Estate sank straight to the bottom.
Looking at Wei Zhao seated there in such composure, they finally shook off the illusion left by the earlier pleasantries and truly felt, in their bones, the terror of being utterly at another's mercy.
Han Jiechen finally came to his senses.