Of the eleven large and small factions that bore grudges against Meng Zhao or had disputes with him, none could be underestimated in terms of resources or manpower. Once they launched attacks, the dead and wounded would number no fewer than several thousand, while the families thrown into turmoil as a result would be countless.
It could be said that with only a slight bit of scheming, Meng Zhao and Beitang He had committed sins far graver than those supposedly vicious evildoers.
Then did Meng Zhao and Beitang He not understand that what they were doing would bring upheaval to countless innocent people and families, until blood flowed enough to float shields?
Of course they understood. Yet driven by selfish desires and personal gain, they still chose to do it.
Because they needed to strengthen themselves and expand their power. Otherwise, they too would only become meat on others' chopping blocks, bullied and trampled at will.
Big fish ate little fish, little fish ate shrimp. If one did not want to be eaten, one had to become the biggest fish step by step. And in that process, a few sacrifices were unavoidable.
"Imperial clansmen had lived amid the intrigue and deception of deep palaces and grand estates since childhood. Their schemes and ruthlessness were naturally beyond ordinary people, let alone this Heir of Yanping Commandery Prince, whose ambitions were immense.
"I discovered that he had secretly colluded and cooperated with forces of the Demonic Path. I just do not know which faction it was."
Meng Zhao's words surprised Gu Sinan even more. A dignified imperial clansman, supposedly the embodiment of greatness, glory, and righteousness, was actually colluding with people from the Demonic Path. If word got out, would he not be nailed to the pillar of shame?
Still, considering Beitang