The Divine Constable Gate constables represented by Jiang Tao shared the Third Prince's view. Dealing with the Demonic Sect was fine; weakening the Great Zhou forces supporting the Demonic Sect was also fine; even placing Emperor Shengwu under house arrest was not impossible. But they could not rashly make such a decision based on a single letter. They had to meet Xiang Yang and discuss it with him in detail.
Though it was not rebellion or treason, it was not far off. If they truly succeeded, the Divine Constable Gate would likely have no good days left in Great Zhou. Perhaps the next emperor to ascend the throne would suppress them, and they would ultimately lose power. That was foreseeable without any need for guesswork.
An emperor could make use of such a force to achieve his own ends, but he would never tolerate such a force threatening him. No emperor would.
"This is not because I do not wish to invite Xiang Yang out. He is currently in secluded cultivation, and he instructed me that no matter what happens, he must not be disturbed. It is simply impossible for him to go with you to the Imperial Capital of Divine Province right now."
Ning Ke gave a bitter smile and shook her head in refusal. This was not an excuse; it truly could not be done.
Since Xiang Yang returned, he had been depressed and listless, frowning all day and unable to eat or drink, as though some matter weighed heavily on his mind. Even their bedchamber dual cultivation, which he had once been rather eager about, no longer stirred much enthusiasm in him.
Less than two days later, Xiang Yang announced that he was entering seclusion. He instructed Ning Ke not to disturb him even if the sky