He was telling the truth, but not the whole truth. As for a son killing his father, the royal family's internal affairs, he was unwilling to say much. It had to do with the Hu Yan family's discipline.
Hao Qingqing, meanwhile, silently shed tears, not knowing what to say. Her elder brother actually wanted to kill their imperial father. Usurping the throne was one thing, but her own blood brother wanted to murder his own birth father.
Once headstrong, she had inexplicably become sorrowful and prone to tears lately.
Hu Yan Wei said he did not understand what was going on. Whether he truly did not understand or was pretending, Hao Yuntu did not care. But Hao Yuntu himself understood now. Once the Qi Capital fell, Hu Yan Wuhen, who held the main forces of the Qi Kingdom in his hand, became the Three Great Sects' last card.
He now understood why Hu Yan Wuhen had allowed his son, Hu Yan Wei, to accept Hao Hong's appointment, and why he had allowed Hu Yan Wei to agree to become commander of the Imperial Guard.
As long as Hu Yan Wei held the military authority in the palace and controlled the Imperial Guard, with Hu Yan Wei's protection, ordinary people in the palace—guards, eunuchs, palace maids, and the like—would not be able to touch him.
As for cultivators beyond the ordinary sort, so long as Hu Yan Wei risked his life to protect him, even the Three Great Sects would not dare act forcefully against Hu Yan Wei.
Hao Yuntu secretly sighed. Worthy indeed of the Qi Kingdom's Grand General, skilled in the use of troops. He had quietly buried a fallback plan long ago, stabilizing Hao Hong while secretly issuing military orders to preserve him, the Emperor.
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