No one was willing to eat feces—not dog feces, horse feces, or any other sort of feces.
And these princes of the Chen clan had just returned to the capital and ascended to the summit of human existence. Which one of them would happily go back to eating feces?
The Prince of Zhongshan was not happy, nor was the Prince of Luling. Even that absolute good-for-nothing the Prince of Louyang was probably also not happy.
But Wang Po had come to the capital and they could do nothing about it. This was what was meant by eating feces.
The only exception was if the Prince of Xiang personally came forward.
The problem was that everyone knew why Prince Chen Liu had gone to Luoyang, and they also knew why the Prince of Xiang's estate was so quiet today.
When he thought about what happened that night, the Prince of Zhongshan's face turned even nastier as he coldly cursed, "Truly an ambitious pack of wolves, a greed that can never be satisfied!"