The crowd turned to look in the direction of the voice.
Out from the group stepped a striking young man, with sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples and a tall, straight posture. He carried a jar of wine in one hand and held two wine bowls in the other.
"Isn't that the young master from the Changsun family?"
"What's he doing out here?"
As the crowd murmured, Changsun Ming raised his voice: "I, Changsun Ming, have been a life-and-death friend of Prince Wei. Today, I wish to bid him farewell, share a bowl of wine with him, and hope Your Majesty will permit this."
Prince Wei, life-and-death friends, farewell...
These words spoken by Changsun Ming sparked an uproar among the crowd.
Yuan Qingmo had long been branded a traitor by the Court; there was no longer any Prince Wei.
At this moment, even those who had friendships with Yuan Qingmo wished to distance themselves, cutting ties with him.
