"Those treacherous old foxes have so much cunning!" Peng Huaxuan couldn't help but grumble.
Peng Huayu, however, shot his brother a look of disdain. If those men weren't cunning, they wouldn't have managed to sit in the seat of Left Chancellor. *If you weren't born lucky as the Heir of the Marquis of Wuning, with your pea-sized brain, you would have died a dozen times over!*
"Pop! Crack!"
Chapter 308