Yang An's words won the approval of the others in the hall. One after another, they spoke up, continuing to advise Li Lingtian, hoping he could put aside a woman's soft-hearted mercy and strike ruthlessly when he had to, or trouble would easily arise.
The more they agreed, the more displeased Li Lingtian became.
A group surnamed Yang was forcing him, someone surnamed Li, to kill those surnamed Li?
He very much wanted to burst into curses, but he was no longer the hot-blooded, impulsive youth of years past. He had to maintain his relationship with the Yang Family. The Yang Family had provided him with far too many cultivation resources, and he could not cut himself off from them.
The reason he wanted to become emperor was precisely because he had no way to gather the power of the Great Cang Dynasty for his own benefit.
No matter how high one's talent was, one still needed heavenly treasures and earthly riches, as well as fortuitous opportunities, to push one forward and cultivate faster.
The geniuses under heaven were as numerous as stars. He was not the brightest one among them.
Li Lingtian's expression grew increasingly ugly. Yang An did not stop the others from persuading him; instead, he watched Li Lingtian with great interest.
The reason he had come was not simply to support Li Lingtian.
In the Yang Family's view, seizing the imperial throne was already a matter nailed to the board. What they needed to do was suppress Li Lingtian and turn imperial authority into something held in the Yang Family's palm.
"When did the Yang Family get to make decisions for the Great Cang Dynasty? How is it that I, someone surnamed Yang, didn't know?"
A sonorous voice rang out between heaven and earth, entering the