Fate
"Brother, what exactly does that Dog Emperor mean by this?"
Cui Qingyu looked at his older brother, anger faintly showing on his face.
Not long ago, a notice had arrived from the palace saying that the Golden Tent of the grasslands intended to launch a war between righteousness and evil, though the specifics had been rather vague.
And today, another notice had arrived, claiming that certain aristocratic families and sects were suspected of defecting to the evil path.
Cui Qingyu could not help but flare with anger. Who were they talking about in such a roundabout, sarcastic way?
Who did not know that the Cui Family was now the representative of aristocratic families throughout the realm?
Was that not just scolding the locust tree while cursing the mulberry?
Yet upon hearing Cui Qingyu's words, Cui Qinghe—the Cui Family's Dharmakaya and the only Dharmakaya among Great Shang's aristocratic families—set down the official document in his hand and remained silent.
Only after a long while did he seem to sigh before saying,
"I fear the letter may be telling the truth. Certain aristocratic families, perhaps even top-tier ones, may indeed be secretly colluding with the Golden Tent of the grasslands."
Cui Qinghe's words startled Cui Qingyu slightly. He then frowned.
"That should not be possible, should it? We could not possibly have heard no rumors at all.
"Besides, although that Dog Emperor is overbearing and unreasonable, erratic in his conduct, tyrannical in court affairs, stubborn and self-willed, deaf to advice, greedy, and lecherous, he has not pushed the aristocratic families to the point of defecting to the demonic path.
"At the very least, that Dog Emperor has never laid hands on the foundations accumulated by our aristocratic families. But if it is the demonic path, who knows what they truly intend?"