The Prime Minister's Mansion's Legitimate Son

The empty Drill Ground was silent, with only echoes reverberating through the air.

Was Lu Baizou's reasoning absurd?

Of course it was absurd.

Western Pacification soldiers spotting traces of a Kirin Wolf—what kind of new Tachao joke was that?

But the joke itself was not important. What mattered was the accusation Lu Baizou had launched through it.

If the Flame Dynasty's great political principle was the supreme authority of the imperial clan, and the Prime Minister's Estate's internal principle was opposition to the sects, then the great principle of Western Pacification Prefecture was the extermination of the traitorous Tachao bandits.

This was the foundation upon which Western Pacification Prefecture stood, as well as the bone-deep hatred piled up from the corpses of countless Western Pacification Army soldiers.

Even though Jia Yi had already defected to their side, such a matter still could not be brought into the open.

Standing atop the raised platform, Li Junwu maintained a composed expression as thoughts surfaced one after another in her mind.

Why?

Why had the other side assembled such a massive force without her receiving any news at all?

Why had these generals still been utterly respectful toward her at the government office meeting just moments ago, only to all change sides together after scarcely any time had passed?

She had been completely sidelined.

No. She had never truly gathered power into her own hands from the very beginning.

These people had never regarded her as worthy of notice.

As Li Junwu pondered, as she remained silent, quiet murmurs gradually began to rise from the previously soundless formations of soldiers below.

"No way, right? The Princess may be absurd, but she couldn't possibly be colluding with Tachao."

"Commander Lu wouldn't say it without evidence. What are you panicking for?"

"Hah, isn't that Princess