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Mr. Chang, a close confidant of Feng Liangbi, had a somewhat ugly expression: "Master, could it be a misdirection by the Third Prince?"
The Third Prince would rather see his own master dead; given his despicable and shameless nature, resorting to extremes, sending them false information was not impossible!
"No!" A hint of mockery flashed in Feng Liangbi's eyes, "Even though he wishes for my death more than anyone, he would not let me die at the hands of someone surnamed Fu!"
"If I were to die at the hands of someone surnamed Fu, that would be considered dying for the country. With Feng Zetian's narrow-mindedness, how could he possibly allow me to enjoy such honor after my death?"