"Young Master's vision has soared beyond the current struggle between the two princes, straight up through the nine layers of heaven. You truly see the whole board." Du Bing's gaze passed through the crimson crystal cup and settled on his eyes. "But has Young Master considered whether anyone in this pavilion can think of the outcome you have envisioned?"
Lin Su was slightly startled...
At least, he appeared to be slightly startled...
Du Bing smiled faintly. "Young Master said that Wenxin Pavilion is feared by the Current Majesty. Then let this little woman ask: if the Fire Clan behind you and the Poet Sage Sacred Family intervene in the Red Kingdom, will they not likewise be feared by His Majesty?"
"They will!" Lin Su answered with a single word.
"Young Master is frank enough!" Du Bing said. "As an imperial dynasty, there are only two things it has always feared most. First, being hollowed out from within. Second, infiltration from without. Wenxin Pavilion is within, while your Fire Clan and the Poet Sage Sacred Family are without. Once we become involved, we will all be feared by him. Thus, your situation and ours are no different."
"Yes!"
Du Bing said, "Young Master, is there a solution?" She raised her wine cup and took a light sip.
Was there a solution?
Three short words, yet they were the greatest question in the whole world.
At present, the open conflict in the Red Kingdom was the succession struggle between two princes. Yet the affairs of the world were never so simple. The Red Kingdom's greatest contradiction did not lie between the two princes, but in the contest among several enormous powers.
The orthodox imperial dynasty represented by His Majesty.
Wenxin Pavilion.
The Fire Clan.
Every side had its own interests.
His Majesty