A middle-aged man standing behind Ugle grabbed his arm, his voice filled with agitation.
"Crown Prince! This is a trap!"
In his panic, he switched to the Wazhen language.
Though no one present understood the language, they could all guess the meaning behind his words.
Chen Songshi tutted softly and murmured,
"Luring the tiger from its mountain to strike at its empty lair. What a brilliant scheme!"
Tang Zhongli stroked his beard, his eyes narrowing slightly as he seemed to recall something from the past.
After a moment, he grunted out a laugh and said,
"I met their Fourth Prince once. Back then, he was a scrawny boy, not at all favored by his father, the Khan. To think that after all these years, he would be the one to take his father's place."
