Which one?
Honestly, he thought they were all suspects. The Great King's health was deteriorating, and the Twelfth Prince was about to come of age. How could those bastards sit still? Of course they would do everything they could to drag their rivals down and seize the throne first.
Su Shi Yilu wasn't surprised by how fiercely they fought. The only thing that surprised him was how quickly they had dropped all pretenses and gone after the tribes under one another's command, without even trying to disguise it. But the more brazen they were, the better.
Queen Mother deeply agreed.
Su Shi Yilu also cautioned her, "The Great King already has his doubts about me. To be safe, I'll have to keep a low profile for a while and play the weak, complaining to the Great King. This is exactly when we mustn't let our guard down. You should do the same at court."
Queen Mother nodded.
Before Su Shi Yilu returned, she had more than once wanted her maternal family to send assassins to eliminate the few princes who bothered her most. She had been unable to sleep night after night. But now that her elder brother was back, she had someone to rely on, and could naturally keep her composure and wait for the right moment.
When the snipe and the clam fight, it is the fisherman who profits.
Her Twelfth Prince was that fisherman.
Meanwhile, a similar conversation was taking place elsewhere, though it reached a very different conclusion.
"Sir, you said, 'When the snipe and the clam fight, it is the fisherman who profits.' Who do you think that fisherman will be?" Su Shi Yilu's trusted aide had followed his superior to the royal city, but without an order, he didn't dare wander around. With his