Zi Pingxiu remained silent for a long while. At last, he stroked his beard, made a decisive pinch of his fingers, and said, "Those in the game are blinded; those watching see clearly. Good! We shall follow your counsel, sir."
For a prime minister of a kingdom to leave himself another escape route was no small matter. It was a major strategic choice.
For such a great matter, he could heed the other's every word. That was not merely trust in one of his own, but also affirmation and recognition of the other's abilities over these years.
Jia Wuqun nodded. As his eyes flickered, he dipped his brush in ink and offered him another line to read: Hui Qingping must die!
Zi Pingxiu hesitated. "You mean His Majesty still intends to strike ruthlessly at Hui Qingping?"
Jia Wuqun nodded and wrote down his prediction: The current Emperor is a cruel and ruthless man. If given the chance, how could the bond between husband and wife restrain him? He will certainly strike. Only because I warned him with the matter of 'fratricide' does he presently have reservations. In the future, Hui Qingping will surely take her own life within her cage, and naturally, her death will have nothing to do with the current Emperor!
Zi Pingxiu understood. Wu Gongling wanted Hui Qingping dead, yet did not wish to stain his own hands. Naturally, he had to make Hui Qingping suffer an accident. The best outcome would be for Hui Qingping to no longer wish to live and kill herself. Having understood, he sighed. "As long as things do not become too ugly before our eyes, it will do. In time, no one will care about such a thing anyway. Since you mention this, sir, could it be that you intend to