Jiang Jingyi said this, and Lin Heng nearly failed to hold it together.
"My supreme lord, listen to what you're saying!"
"Dugu Yueli is as close to me as my own hands and feet, the kind I couldn't kill even if you paid extra. If I got her killed, wouldn't the old ancestor of Great Mountain skin me alive?"
Lin Heng plopped down on her imperial desk, all grins and cheek.
Jiang Jingyi gave a soft snort, crossed her arms before her chest, and said blandly, "That much is true. Your family's old ancestor nurtured her as a qilin child, taught her with painstaking care for more than twenty years. It wasn't easy to stabilize that fortune.
You may defeat her head-on, but you cannot use methods behind her back to kill her. Just like when I fought eldest brother for the throne back then, the most we siblings thought of was imprisoning each other.
Once you harbor killing intent, it is equivalent to breaking the tacit understanding of a clan struggle. Leaving aside whether the late emperor would allow such a person to rise to power, even if he did... would later generations of descendants not imitate it and slaughter one another for supreme power?"
Hearing this, Lin Heng could not help thinking of a dynasty back on Earth, where on top of the crown-prince inheritance system, there also had to be a Xuanwu Gate blade fight added in.
This truly was a bad beginning!
Later generations of descendants would all have to say, my father rose to power like this, so why can't I kill my brothers and sisters and rise to power?
The Dugu Clan also emphasized unity on the surface. This move would undoubtedly touch the reverse scale, and Lin Heng was not so muddleheaded as