The girl then said to Prince Yu, "Now that our plans are all in place, let's put them into action."
Zhao Han thought for a moment. "To put them into action, we can't get around the emperor."
"It's fine. Just take out the emperor, and you can take the throne," the girl said as if it were only natural.
"Huh?" Zhao Han was dumbfounded.
"Haha, I knew you'd wanted to take the throne for a long time. Every emperor in the world, every ruler throughout history—kill one, and you won't be wrong. Even so-called wise rulers deserve no sympathy if they're killed." The girl looked utterly unconcerned.
Zhao Han considered it carefully. She was right.
Take Jiajing, for example. He was selfish to the extreme.
He wanted fame, wanted face, wanted to satisfy his own desires, and fancied himself clever enough to make the whole world praise him.
In the end, he even wanted immortality.
He simply wanted to have everything.
Yet everyone in the world saw through that filthy mindset.
A person could conceal their thoughts, but they could not conceal what they did.
To build palaces, he disregarded whether the people lived or died, and ignored military pay and disaster relief funds.
To cultivate the Dao, he disregarded human lives.
The Ming Dynasty fell under Wanli Emperor—no, it fell under Jiajing.
After a selfish emperor, it took several capable rulers to make up for the damage.
"So long as emperors live, great bandits will never cease."
"Emperors are the greatest bandits under heaven," the girl added.
"Then..."
"I'll enter the palace right now, kill that bird of an emperor, and put you on the throne."
"No. Prince Jing is still there, and the Yan Family is still in power as Chief Assistant Minister. Even if the emperor dies,