Tan Tai Jin didn't realize Wang Yue was testing him. He simply thought Wang Yue wanted him to clean up Jing Kingdom's mess, so he looked at Wang Yue and said helplessly, "Master, I'm just a monk! I don't handle state affairs."
There was something he hadn't said. If he had returned to Jing Kingdom right after his father died, he would have had a real chance to reclaim the Imperial Throne.
But now it was too late. Even if he reclaimed the throne, he wouldn't be able to hold on to it for more than a few days. He would only squander Jing Kingdom's last resources and hasten its destruction at Sheng Kingdom's hands.
Seeing that Tan Tai Jin had no desire to become emperor, Wang Yue felt much more at ease. He smiled and advised him, "Power is like a passing cloud—and a shackle that keeps you from seeking immortality.
"What I mean is that after you take the throne, you should negotiate with Xiao Lin. If he treats the people well, you can have Jing Kingdom surrender!
"That way, you'll earn the people's gratitude, and you might even gain some unexpected Faith Power.
"It's a win-win! What do you think, Wu Jing?"
Tan Tai Jin furrowed his brows and said uncertainly, "Master, as the ruler of a fallen kingdom, I probably wouldn't live very long. The emperor of Sheng Kingdom would never let me stay alive."
Since Wang Yue had made this arrangement, he naturally intended to deal with any future risks. He said confidently, "Wu Jing, with me here, you'll be perfectly safe. If Xiao Lin goes back on his word, I can send your Junior Brother Wu Neng to Sheng Kingdom and have him abdicate the throne in your favor!
"Besides, there's no rule saying