"Young Master, do you have some leverage over Zhao Gao?" Shi Lan was somewhat puzzled by Li's extraordinary confidence.
"No." Li brushed the loose strands of hair from his forehead with a faint, ambiguous smile, looking indescribably carefree. "Not only do I not have any, but I'm also very curious about Zhao Gao himself. He holds the post of Director of the Imperial Carriage Office, yet even I rarely get to see him."
"Then why are you so certain you can deal with him? Especially when he has the Six Sword Slaves at his side, who are everywhere and nowhere."
Shi Lan's concerns were not unfounded. After all, Zhao Gao and Li Si were vastly different. Li Si was merely a powerful minister; though influential, he had no real military authority under his command. Zhao Gao, however, was different. He hid himself very deeply. Not only was he a powerful minister, but he also had his own corps of assassins. Perhaps there were even soldiers among the army who answered to him.
Whatever move Li Si made, people might still be able to trace it back to him. But if Zhao Gao wanted someone dead, he likely would not need to act personally at all. Even if something went wrong, he had plenty of people to take the blame for him.
That was the difference between people of the martial world and those of the imperial court!
Shi Lan saw this point very clearly, which was why she was so worried.
How could Li not understand what Shi Lan was thinking? Yet precisely because he understood, he could not tell her his entire plan.
Still, he could not bear to let her worry too much, so Li explained, "How likely do you think it is that Hu Hai will pass