The Last Laugh

Song Qingshu replied, "To avoid complications, we need to act ahead of time."

"How do we act ahead of time?" Wanyan Liang's heart skipped a beat.

Song Qingshu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all his maneuvering, he finally had a chance to make use of him. "Ever since I pledged myself to you, Prince, I have yet to accomplish anything. Now, I happen to have a plan that kills two birds with one stone. I hope to ease your burdens."

Wanyan Liang's expression shifted, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Tang Kuo, please, go on." Wanyan Liang did not doubt his motives. He had many talented people around him. If Tang Kuobian had no achievements to his name, then even if Wanyan Liang promised him the post of Minister of Personnel, he would not dare trust him. Thus, trying every possible means to distinguish himself was the most natural thing for him to do at this point.

"The Emperor and the Ever Victorious King are battling like two tigers. Only if the Emperor wins will it benefit you, Prince. Otherwise, if the Ever Victorious King prevails, he will likely keep you firmly beneath his heel from then on."

Song Qingshu's words made Wanyan Liang nod repeatedly. "That makes sense. Continue."

"But the Emperor's health is worsening by the day. No one knows when he might finally run out of strength. Therefore, we must eliminate the Ever Victorious King while the Emperor can still hold on. Then, among the remaining imperial princes, no one will have a claim to succession more obvious than yours. With your own talents, Prince, you can win the support of the court officials." Song Qingshu secretly admired himself. After all these years of risking his life, his ability to talk people into things had truly