Think about it: the previous two generations of emperors had both been assassinated to death deep within the palace. Because Beitang Sheng had broken the seal, his martial arts had advanced by leaps and bounds. With the blessing of destiny and favorable terrain, he was invincible under heaven. No one dared make a move within the palace, or even within Imperial Capital City.
But once he left Imperial Capital City, Beitang Sheng would lose his greatest support. It was not impossible that someone might use all manner of treasures and schemes to plot against and entrap him.
There were simply too many great killing weapons. Since ancient times, the Dragon Slaying Art that had been passed down was by no means rare. The world outside was dangerous as well, so Beitang Sheng would never leave Imperial Capital City lightly.
Forcing this heavy burden onto Cao Huaqing was also a measure born of necessity. Though he was the Great Emperor, there were pitifully few people he could use against Meng Zhao. Moreover, choosing the wrong person would either be sending Meng Zhao a free meal and an experience pack, or giving him an excuse to raise troops and make trouble. It was truly difficult to choose.
Cao Huaqing was speechless as well. Of course, he knew Beitang Sheng had no other choice, which was why he wanted to use him to try and curb Meng Zhao's development.
But he had no choice either.
Although Cao Huaqing was consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred toward Zhao Rulíng, he also deeply admired that fellow's talent and prowess. After all, Zhao Rulíng had accomplished many things that great eunuchs could only dream of, and he had carved his own path through sheer ability.
How formidable must the man who had won over Zhao Rulíng