Su Xin had not told Huang Bingcheng his overall plan. From the very beginning, what Su Xin had wanted was to pull Ji Yanxiu down from the imperial throne.
The reason Su Xin had chosen Ji Yanxiu when the new emperor ascended the throne had been simple: he was an old acquaintance, his abilities were passable enough, and he had made Su Xin certain promises. That was why Su Xin had chosen to support Ji Yanxiu as emperor.
But people's hearts changed. Su Xin excelled at seeing through people's hearts, yet he could not calculate how those hearts would change. Of course, not even the Jianghu's strongest grandmaster of divination could accomplish that.
Thus, Su Xin did not regret choosing the wrong person. Wrong was wrong; regret was useless. If he had made the wrong choice, then at worst, he could simply replace him with someone else.
This was not arrogance on Su Xin's part. He truly had that confidence.
From Ji Haodian, Su Xin had already seen that not a single one of those surnamed Ji could be relied upon. He had said as much to Huang Bingcheng before.
Thus, on the road to obtain the Spirit-Condensing Flower, Su Xin had already been plotting how to deal with Ji Haodian. And when he supported Ji Yanxiu's ascent to the throne, he had likewise been considering how to pull him down from it.
Great Zhou could now be considered Su Xin's foundation. Having struggled for so long to build this foundation, how could Su Xin possibly abandon it so easily?
If Ji Yanxiu wanted to stir up trouble, then they could simply replace him with another emperor. In any case, what Ji Haodian lacked least were sons.
"Boss, what do we need to do next?" Huang Bingcheng asked gravely.
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