Gu Yuzhi now firmly believes in this statement, after all, the situation that day was so dangerous that anyone else would not have survived.

But he survived, and apart from losing his sight and breaking two ribs, he had no other problems, which means he was really lucky!

After returning from Xie Changshi's room, Gu Yuzhi took off the red gloves, revealing his hands covered in scars.

He touched it but didn't pay much attention, propped his chin up, pouted and sighed.

It's been so long, I wonder how Guard Qi and the others are doing.

Qi Chenglang and the others are not doing well either.

Because they set off early, the King of Chu did not receive the news at first. It was only when they were almost in Huizhou that the King of Chu learned that the salt permits from Mobei had been lost and that it was related to Gu Yuzhi. The King of Chu immediately smashed up the entire council hall.

Gu Yuzhi! Gu Yuzhi!

I didn't realize it when we were in the palace. Was Gu Yuzhi's mother born to bring misfortune upon him?

Only after everything was smashed did the servant waiting outside quietly enter and begin tidying up with practiced ease.

He sat on the only intact chair with a sinister look in his eyes. Suddenly, he heard a servant in front of him gasp. He immediately lifted his eyelids to look over and saw that the servant had accidentally cut his finger. A look of pain flashed across his face, and he quickly put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it vigorously.

It was clearly a very small matter, but Gu Yufan felt that the blood bead was magnified infinitely in front of him, and the servant's voice seemed to be ringing in his ears, making him unable to see or hear anything at all.

The series of defeats he had been experiencing recently filled him with nothing but venting, venting!

He needs to vent, otherwise he'll suffocate!

He suddenly stood up, stepped forward and kicked the servant flying. To everyone's shock and panic, he picked up the servant who had fallen heavily to the ground and threw him into the broken teacup as if he were a sack.

He squatted down, grabbed the servant by the hair, and slammed his head against the broken teacups again and again. At first, the servant begged for mercy, but soon his face was covered in blood, he was barely breathing, and his eyes were unfocused.

Gu Yufan seemed oblivious to everything. Even if he had noticed, to him it was just the life of a servant, nothing more.

His face was contorted with rage. Only after the servant stopped moving did he suddenly release his grip, slowly stand up, his body and face covered in the servant's blood.

He glanced down at his hands, clicked his tongue, and called out, "Butler."

Butler Mu had been watching from outside the whole time. When he heard Gu Yufan's voice, his heart skipped a beat, his face turned pale, and he tiptoed in, avoiding the corpse: "Your Highness."

The King of Chu glanced at the mess on the ground with disgust: "Tear down the entire council hall and redecorate it."

The butler responded in a low voice, showing no surprise whatsoever.

After Gu Yufan left, Butler Mu and the servants all breathed a sigh of relief.

The butler, in particular, staggered back two steps, his hands and feet weak, until he leaned against the door frame before plopping down. After a while, he pointed at the corpse and said in a trembling voice, "Quickly carry him away and bury him on a mat."

The servants sprang into action, while the butler sat there blankly until the sun set and the room became damp and somber before he slowly stood up.

The council chamber had been cleaned up, and the entire room appeared empty.

When he looked up, it was as if he saw the servant staring at him with his face covered in blood, questioning why he hadn't come to save him, and saying that he was in a lot of pain.

Butler Mu closed his eyes, turned around and ordered people to give some compensation to the servant's parents, and also warned the people in the mansion not to spread the news.

His Highness the Prince of Chu has always had a good reputation in the Jiangnan region. If people were to find out that he is violent and cruel and kills his servants, it would be bad for His Highness's reputation.

Gu Yufan took several showers and then went to the training ground to vent his anger before the rage in his heart seemed to subside.

It was only at this time that he had the mind to summon his confidants to discuss matters.

Chief Secretary Ling glanced at the small room, suppressed his doubts, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, what brings you to summon us so late?"

The moon was already high in the sky, and these people had long since retired for the night. They would never have gone out if the King of Chu had not summoned them.

At this moment, everyone looked rather listless, their eyelids drooping, and even the usually quick-witted Chief Secretary Ling seemed to have become rather sluggish.

Gu Yufan glanced at these people with a gloomy expression, narrowed his eyes, and sneered, "What, can't I summon you if there's nothing wrong?"

Ling Changshi felt a chill run down his spine. Looking at Gu Yufan through the candlelight, he saw the murderous intent in the eyes of the Prince of Chu.

His drowsiness vanished instantly. He took half a step back and said respectfully, "We had absolutely no such intention."

The other staff members finally realized something was wrong and echoed, "We absolutely did not mean that."

After a long while, Gu Yufan sneered and dropped a bombshell: "The salt permits for the northern desert have been lost."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent. After a long while, Chief Secretary Ling and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes wide with shock as they looked at each other in disbelief.

After an unknown amount of time, Chief Secretary Ling finally asked, "Your Highness, to whom were the salt permits for the northern deserts given?"

He frowned and thought about it carefully; the matter didn't seem so shocking after all.

A month ago, news came that Zhang Si, a senior official in the Ministry of Revenue, had his home suddenly searched. They had actually discussed in private that the salt permit quota might be in trouble this time.

But speculation is speculation; when it actually happens, it's still hard to accept.

Li Ji Trading Company has no way to control the Mobei market with salt; I'm afraid the market there will quickly descend into chaos.

The group exchanged glances, but Chief Secretary Ling shook his head slightly.

He thought deeper; there must be something else involved.

If they were summoned to a meeting but not actually in the meeting hall, it means the entire meeting hall must have been vandalized.

If it were just a trivial matter, His Highness would never be so angry.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "Your Highness, is this related to Prince Wen?"

Gu Yufan nodded with his eyes closed.

This is really...

For a moment, Chief Secretary Ling was at a loss for words.

The salt spill happened so long ago, and they only received the news today. This is really not a good sign!

Since Zhang Si's family was suddenly ordered to be confiscated by the Emperor, the forces they had developed in the capital have all gone into hiding. If the Emperor goes any further and eliminates these forces, His Highness will completely lose control of the affairs in the capital.

His mind raced for a long time before he finally made a throat-slitting gesture: "Your Highness, does the Wenwang Trading Company need..."