When Ye Weiming and the others returned to their rooms, they found that Sanyue had already come back. The moment she saw them, she excitedly recounted the results of her inquiry in full detail.
In fact, the truth behind Western Xia's internal turmoil was not much different from what Ye Weiming had previously imagined.
Li Qiushui had controlled Western Xia's military and political power for decades, and the interest group she represented had long since become deeply entrenched. As her son, Li Yuanhao had played the obedient grandson for so long. Seizing a few opportunities to suddenly strike out was indeed enough to bring Li Qiushui down. But uprooting the entire interest group she represented was by no means something that could be accomplished overnight.
In truth, Li Yuanhao's current situation was extremely similar to Xiao Feng's. With the world about to descend into chaos, both of their countries were burdened with a huge mess that needed sorting out.
The difference was that Xiao Feng had been forced into the position, and his mess had been laid bare for all to see, leaving him no choice but to deal with it first.
Li Yuanhao, on the other hand, had secretly taken control of Li Qiushui and temporarily concealed the turmoil. The outside world did not actually know what had happened.
Therefore, he did not need to prioritize resolving Western Xia's internal conflicts. As long as he started the war first, all the factions within Western Xia would have no choice but to unite against an external enemy. Then, with time, he could quietly consolidate power into the central authority—and into his own hands—without drawing attention.
That was why Li Yuanhao had chosen to keep Li Qiushui's death secret rather than publicly announce it, intending to reveal the news only at