Chen Sanshi swept his gaze over the room.
This was basically more than seventy percent of Lingzhou's total strength.
"His Highness is currently trapped within the Eastern Palace and under strict surveillance. Therefore, this monk will be responsible for all matters concerning this operation."
"His Majesty is not in the capital."
"Therefore, there is no need to fear the mysterious immortal behind him."
"When the time comes, we must first seize control of the remaining three thousand Imperial Guards on the mountain, as well as Jiang Yuanbo, commander of the Imperial Guard. This task shall be entrusted to General Meng. Do you believe it can be done?"
The Black-robed Monk laid out the arrangements in an unhurried manner.
"Mm."
Meng Quji said, "I have eight thousand men under my command who can be used. When the time comes, I will find an excuse to transfer the rest away, then use these eight thousand men to deal with the Imperial Guard. As for Jiang Yuanbo, I alone can keep him trapped."
"Amitabha. With Commander Meng handling matters, this monk is at ease."
The Black-robed Monk continued, "Next, we must discuss the second man: Changsun Xusheng, Vice Commander of the Brocade Guard. He withdrew from court many years ago, only returning later to oversee the Brocade Guard in order to protect his nephew—the Twelfth Prince. General Fan Tianfa shall handle this man. Do you have confidence?"
"Fan will depart on campaign tomorrow."
Fan Tianfa explained his plan. "At that time, I will have a trusted subordinate impersonate me, while I myself return to Ziwei Mountain by the original route. When the uprising begins, I will do everything in my power to hold back Changsun Xusheng."
"There is also..."
The Black-robed Monk's tone grew heavier. "Huang Hong, Director of Ceremonial. He has been