Plotting to Win Over Lingzhuzi

Chaoge City, Nine Chamber Hall.

Di Xin sat upright on the throne, dressed in the Black Robe of the Mystic Bird and wearing the Heaven-Level Crown.

Through the strands of beads hanging from his crown, his deep eyes quietly looked down upon the Civil and Military Officials below.

An entire year had passed since the Late King, Emperor Yi, had died.

Throughout that year, he had not rushed to carry out sweeping reforms.

Instead, he had subtly reclaimed the power of the court, bit by bit, into his own hands.

Those old nobles who relied on their age and paid lip service while secretly opposing him had been quietly marginalized over the past year.

In their place stood a group of new faces who worked efficiently and knew only to obey the King.

His gaze swept over the densely packed Civil and Military Officials below before finally stopping on two middle-aged men in Grand Counselor robes at the end of the ranks.

Fei Zhong and You Hun.

At that moment, sensing Di Xin's gaze pass over them, the two men trembled slightly.

They bent their backs even lower, their faces piled high with humble, obsequious smiles.

The two men had terrible reputations in court, and many upright officials denounced them as treacherous villains.

They were indeed greedy for wealth and fond of power.

Di Xin withdrew his gaze, but inwardly let out a cold laugh.

Treacherous ministers?

What was treachery? What was loyalty?

In the eyes of this Human Emperor, so-called treacherous ministers were merely another blade in the hands of the ruler.

Loyal ministers such as Grand Tutor Wen, Bi Gan, and Shang Rong were certainly the pillars of the state and the anchors that held everything steady.

But when it came to dirty work, exhausting work, and schemes