Song Qingshu, hiding in the shadows, wore a strange expression when he heard this. Others might give different answers to that question, but Murong Fu had dreamed of becoming emperor all his life.
Li Yanzong's heart skipped a beat. Thinking the other party knew his secret, he suppressed the turmoil within him and said calmly, "Princess, you jest."
Li Qinglu gave him a deep look. "You only need to answer whether you want to or not."
Li Yanzong opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.
A smile of confidence appeared on Li Qinglu's face. "You needn't answer. I have already seen the answer in your expression."
Having his thoughts seen through, Li Yanzong was somewhat annoyed. "Why must the Princess deliberately toy with me? How could I possibly become emperor?"
"Why couldn't you?" Li Qinglu said bitterly. "The late emperor is dead, the Crown Prince is dead, and my father has also been secretly executed. Once the truth of Prince Yi's plot to usurp the throne is exposed, you will naturally have a chance to become emperor."
Song Qingshu, concealed in the darkness, was startled. Li Qianshun had been killed? On second thought, though, it was only natural. Li Liangzuo would never leave such a direct rival for the throne alive, like a thorn in his side at all times. Any other ambitious tyrant would probably have done the same.
Li Yanzong said in a low voice, "You knew all along?"
Li Qinglu sneered repeatedly. "If you want no one to know, do nothing yourself. Wasn't it obvious enough when all the guards around my father were withdrawn? Before long, news will surely emerge that he died suddenly of illness or took his own life." She spoke of it all in an exceptionally calm tone, yet the