Having settled on a plan, Liu Guangzheng set down the memorial in his hand, thinking of handing the Imperial Uncle a knife before the full court tomorrow.
The Imperial Uncle's people had taken no small share of the city defense funds as well, but the Imperial Uncle surely would not mind using this pretext to kill someone.
If he revealed his purpose now, however, word would leak and the matter would fail, adding countless variables for nothing.
Thus, after setting down the memorial, Liu Guangzheng picked up another one instead.
This one was a request for merit to be recognized. It stated that Wu Qi of the Southern Wasteland had routed a hundred thousand Yellow Heaven Army soldiers and requested that the court grant him the title of general.
It turned out that during the late emperor's reign, because the court had grown weak, local heroes had been permitted to raise troops on their own. If they could kill bandits, they could receive rewards from the court.
That was undoubtedly rather like drinking poison to quench thirst.
In his previous life, being held hostage by Cao Zheng had been the result of a tail too large to wag.
If he had been able to look across the whole realm in his previous life, he would have realized that neither the eunuchs nor the Imperial Uncle had been his true enemies. His great enemies, from beginning to end, had always been those powerful clans.
But those were matters for later. For now, with those powerful clans around, the Imperial Uncle instead did not dare act rashly. In his previous life, when those powerful clans had raised troops, their excuse had been that the Imperial Uncle had deposed and enthroned emperors and sought rebellion; thus the heroes had risen in arms to