"Master, I don't know how to judge the relationship between my brother-in-law—no, Prince Jing—and the Female Emperor."
"It didn't seem very likely that the two of them would fight to the death. No matter what, they were blood-related siblings."
"(*╯^╰) Hmph!" Meng Yutong snorted coldly. "So what if they were blood-related siblings?"
"These days, even among ordinary commoners and noble families, for the sake of that one position, brothers and sisters fought until their heads were bloodied. There were countless people who killed their brothers to prove the Dao, or killed their sisters to prove the Dao."
"Look at the Female Emperor's personality too. I Alone Am Supreme—she acted as if everything were under her control. The moment any variable appeared, she would have to throw herself into it."
In Meng Yutong's view, Jiang Jingyi and her own rebel disciple were the same kind of people. Both possessed an especially exaggerated, blind confidence.
Yet the sources of their confidence differed. One relied on absolute strength to crush all opposition, while the other simply had too many schemes and a bellyful of bad water.
But there was an essential difference between them. The former always believed strength reigned supreme and that there would never come a day when she capsized in the gutter. In truth, that probability was far from one hundred percent.
On the contrary, the Show-off was terribly crafty. So long as there was a risk of dying, he would never gamble with his life.
"Fine, Master, I admit what you said makes sense."
"If there were an opportunity to exchange for glory and wealth, I think I would sacrifice my own little sister to fight for it."
( `ヮ′) As he spoke, Lin Heng deliberately glanced at the silent Little Yueli beside him.
Dugu Yueli's expression froze. Then