Young Master Si Jun watched the Eight Diagrams on the ground with a cold gaze, his eyes lowered in silence.
His heart was actually far from calm.
On the contrary, he was reflecting: His meticulous plan, so scrupulously crafted without flaw, where did it go wrong?
Was his true adversary the Zhan Family, Zhan Lan, or perhaps another Prince?
His own handwriting had never circulated among the public, so how could someone replicate it to the point of such convincing forgery?
Had he not witnessed the destruction of those letters with his own eyes, he might have truly believed himself to have burnt the wrong ones.
Si Jun took a deep breath, admonishing himself not to show even a trace of fear or concern.
The more he composed himself, the more his father, Emperor Xuanwu, recognized the difference between him and the other three incompetent Princes.
Indeed, Emperor Xuanwu was sizing up his four sons.