Prince Min, who was being spoken of, shivered, a cold chill running down his spine as he glared at the old man before him, his face frosty.
"What's the use of you telling me things that undermine others' morale? Although matters have gone beyond control, isn't it true that we're not yet at a dead end?" Prince Min eyed Mr. Ning, who had been rescued from the secret passage of a small courtyard in the west of the city, with an impatient tone.
Mr. Ning began to cough and inwardly cursed this ignorant child for not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth.
"Do you not know, my lord, that once a crack appears, it will only expand indefinitely, rendering it uncontrollable in the end?" Mr. Ning's face wrinkled into a frown as he said, "Back when you declared your intent to return to the capital, I agreed but advised you to exercise patience. And the result?"
