Gong Huai froze. If it truly were a sufficiently influential member of the imperial clan, there was indeed a considerable chance they could lure Bei Tangsu out of the Divine Saber Hall under some pretext.
For one thing, both sides were imperial clansmen, so their guard against each other would be lowered considerably. No matter how cautious or prudent Bei Tangsu was, he likely would not expect a fellow imperial clansman to suddenly make a move against him.
For another, the imperial clan identity itself was an immense deterrent. Bei Tangsu had flourished within the Divine Saber Hall; aside from the indispensable Eight Demonic Saber Techniques, he naturally also relied on all kinds of support from the imperial clan. Otherwise, there was no way he could have established his own little faction in such a short time.
"This... if a sufficiently influential imperial clansman were willing to act, there might indeed be a great chance of drawing Bei Tangsu out of the Divine Saber Hall. But leaving aside where we would find a member of the Beitang Imperial Clan, even if we did find one, how could we possibly make him act according to our wishes?"
This concern was entirely real. Imperial clan status was already hard enough to come by, and they also wanted the other party to heed their orders—who did they think they were?
Wealth could not seduce, nor might could bend. The latter meant that no matter how high one's martial prowess, one could not simply do as one pleased. There would always be people unafraid of one's peerless martial arts; unable to do anything to them, one would only end up at a disadvantage.
Meng Zhao nodded, agreeing with Gong Huai. The Twelfth Prince, Beitang Xing, was the current emperor's son. His status was noble,