Although Meng Zhao could not fully empathize with Beitang He's fury, he understood that it was a signal Beitang He was sending him.
Clearly, Beitang He was a clever man. He had already understood the purpose behind Meng Zhao's arrangements.
He had not hesitated to expose his mother's past, all to win Meng Zhao's trust and express his irreconcilable hatred for Beitang Shu.
Beitang Shu was the current Ninth Prince, the Emperor's son, and Prince Fu. Though he could not wholly represent the imperial clan, his status and influence within it far surpassed those of Yanping Commandery Prince's Mansion.
In other words, Beitang He was actively drawing closer to Meng Zhao, even at the cost of betraying the imperial clan to which he belonged.
However, what Meng Zhao wanted was his complete allegiance, not merely a choice born of helplessness. He did not promise anything directly, instead asking,
"Heir, do you know why Beitang Shu dealt such a vicious hand against you and your father? And why he did not simply assassinate you, but instead sought to have you die sudden and silent deaths?"
Hearing this, Beitang He pondered for a moment. Light shifted through his eyes as he replied,
"From what Dragon King Meng said earlier, I presume Beitang Shu covets Lingwu City, yet fears Dragon King Meng's divine might. That is why he resorted to such wicked means.
"My father and I may be insignificant within the imperial clan, but to the outside world, and within Lingwu City, we can still represent a measure of the imperial clan's will. Moreover, Lingwu City is a unique place. Only after years of effort were my father and I accepted by the people of this city.
"If Beitang Shu wished to rule the Northern Lands, using Lingwu City as a fulcrum