After all!
In his schemes, Zhu Xiongying simply did not exist.
How could someone who had died over a decade ago affect his plans?
Yet the situation before him was no longer so simple.
"What do we do now?"
"The matter has already reached the point where it cannot be stopped."
"Once Father Emperor learns of it, or once Eldest Brother does, they will certainly investigate it to the end." Zhu Di stared at Yao Guangxiao, his gaze carrying both the hope that he could offer a solution and a faint killing intent.
After all, if he killed Yao Guangxiao—
Many of the things he had done would remain unknown.
"This matter..."
"This poor monk can no longer stop it."
"If the Imperial Guard has already begun investigating, they may have already obtained what they wanted in Northern Peace without anyone noticing." Yao Guangxiao pressed his palms together, his expression filled with a dispirited sense of defeat.
The Imperial Eldest Grandson had returned.
He possessed advantages bestowed by heaven.
He was also the Marquis of Victory, an exceptionally skilled commander with immense prestige throughout the Ming Dynasty, a hero of the Chinese people. Once he ascended and restored his identity, no one could stop him.
With that prestige, combined with his original status, he was a grandson of the emperor granted by heaven.
Upon hearing Yao Guangxiao's answer—
The faint composure on Zhu Di's face instantly turned icy.
"The heavens are ever-changing."
"Though this poor monk can divine matters, I ultimately failed to foresee this day."
"I failed to foresee that the Imperial Eldest Grandson would still be alive."
"This poor monk has lost."
Yao Guangxiao now seemed to have resigned himself to fate. With his palms pressed together, he looked as though he would let Zhu Di deal with