Zhao Gao's thinking was not wrong at all. As long as everything was blamed on the remnants of the Mohist School, Ying Zheng would at most punish Li Si, Zhao Gao, and the others for negligence. He would never kill his own right-hand men for the sake of an unfavored prince like him!
After all, in Ying Zheng's eyes, the Qin State could not do without people like Li Si and Zhao Gao to safeguard it, but it could afford to lose an heir who was neither here nor there.
Though it sounded cruel, it was indeed a helpless reality.
"Since Lord Zhongche has already arranged everything, Li Si naturally will not interfere in this matter."
"As long as Lord Chancellor pretends to know nothing, then when the time comes, simply go with the flow. The Eighteenth Prince and I will be deeply grateful." Zhao Gao played his final trump card. His words amounted to accepting Li Si's intention not to act directly.
Unlike Zhao Gao, who had staked everything on Hu Hai, Li Si cared most about his status and power. Ying Zheng was still alive and in robust health. Even if Hu Hai were to ascend the throne in the future, Li Si first had to ensure that he would live to see that day.
Therefore, Li Si naturally hoped to keep himself out of such a treasonous affair should the truth ever come to light.
"Since that is the case, Lord Zhongche should still proceed with caution. Once something happens to Prince Fusu, His Majesty will certainly dispatch Meng Tian's Golden Fire Cavalry to investigate the truth. If they uncover anything, Li Si will not be able to help you."
At the end of the day, Li Si still hoped this plan would succeed. His unwillingness to