The Heavenly Demon Palace Lord also shared his analysis with Yu Changkong. Yu Changkong pondered for a moment, then said,
"I agree with those two points, but there is one more crucial factor: me.
"Zhao Rulíng should have guessed that I was under your control and committed that string of bloody crimes, while Meng Zhao could not personally make a move to deal with me. That was why he concocted this news—to deliberately avoid me. Not because he feared me, but because if he killed me, he would have no way to answer to the Emperor."
At this moment, another thought arose in Yu Changkong's mind. Since both Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng could guess his current predicament, there was no reason Beitang Sheng could not.
So when would the Emperor send someone to rescue him?
Or rather, could he live long enough to wait for the Emperor's rescue?
Hearing Yu Changkong's words, the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord immediately realized that he had indeed overlooked Yu Changkong's identity.
He did not care, but that did not mean Meng Zhao did not care. After all, Meng Zhao was still nominally a man of the Great Yong Dynasty and remained under Beitang Sheng's jurisdiction. If something truly went wrong and Beitang Sheng tore off all pretense with him, it would bring Meng Zhao absolutely no benefit.
And now, with this move, Meng Zhao had directly sealed off the possibility of him killing Yu Changkong. Taking a step back, even if Beitang Sheng wished to move against him, it would be difficult to find a suitable reason.
The Emperor was not free to do whatever he pleased. He still had to consider the officials, the common people, and his reputation.
Thus, Meng Zhao's move truly killed several birds with one arrow.
"Fine. No