Emperor-Slaying Twenty-Eight

"Though I have regained the Mu Clan bloodline's recognition, this status as an imperial kinsman may not be a talisman of protection. On the contrary, it could bring about my death." In the main hall of the residence, Li Shun sat in the seat of honor and spoke slowly.

By now, Li Qing had calmed down. He considered those words carefully, then nodded in agreement. "Brother, your concerns are not without reason."

"A hundredth-generation descendant of Emperor Gan may sound like an impressive title, but it can only frighten the Blood Armored Guards within the Imperial Tomb. In court, you have no foundation whatsoever. Besides, Emperor Gan treated even his own blood relatives like pigs and dogs, let alone anyone else."

Li Shun looked at Li Qing and teased, "Furthermore, the Great Qian imperial bloodline is exceedingly tempting to those restless rebels. If they could borrow my head for a while, they would surely become famous throughout the land in an instant. Isn't that right, Little Dumpling?"

Li Qing's face reddened slightly. "Brother, what are you saying!"

Yet Li Qing's thoughts turned quickly as well. He stroked his chin and pondered in secret. But seriously, Brother, there really is something to be made of your identity as Emperor Gan's hundredth-generation descendant. Think about it: if even Emperor Gan's own clansmen could no longer endure his rule and rose up with poles in hand, wouldn't that better prove how fatuous and tyrannical he was?

The more Li Qing thought about it, the more excited he became. He hurriedly urged, "Brother, why don't you rebel with me?"

Li Shun simply ignored him and said blandly, "The sealed soil of the Imperial Tomb has been breached. This is no trivial matter; it cannot possibly end so easily. The twin suns hanging over the