It seemed Ying Zheng, that old ghost, truly valued looks over talent when choosing an empress. He had probably selected the most ravishing woman in Twin Sun Red Dragon City—or even the entire Blood Qin Empire—to be empress. But judging by the conduct of Her Majesty's younger brother and father, everyone in that family was probably no different from idiots.
Thinking about it, Ying Zheng had likely never intended to pass the throne to his own sons. So he did not care whether his sons were wise and mighty emperors born by heaven's will, or useless playboys who knew only eating, drinking, and pleasure. To Ying Zheng, those empresses and imperial concubines were merely tools for venting his desires and satisfying his physical needs. As long as they were beautiful enough, they qualified as empresses and concubines.
As for their character, or the virtue and ability of their clansmen—would Ying Zheng care about such things?
"Since that's the case, then it doesn't matter if Huangpu Feihong dies here!" Lin Qi crossed one leg over the other, an eerie smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Of course, it would be best if he could keep one breath in him and go accuse me before Ying Zheng. When officials drive the people into rebellion, rebellion becomes inevitable!"
Lin Qi lightly pinched Elysian Heaven's crystal-clear little earlobe, and a gleam flashed through his eyes.
"No, perhaps it won't stop there. Perhaps Ying Zheng will deliberately try to win me over because of Huangpu Feihong? What does it matter to him if one imperial father-in-law dies? He has more than one or two hundred imperial fathers-in-law! Compared with those unreliable imperial fathers-in-law, I, the Eastern Harmony King, am of greater use to him. Perhaps I can squeeze another fortune out of him?"