Thoughts of Plotting Against Heaven

Although the Emperor had offered Lin Daiyu the post of instructor to eight hundred thousand Custodes, it was merely an intention. As the saying went, one radish per hole; things within the system could not be handled arbitrarily, or that would be folly and incompetence.

Besides, the court did not have eight hundred thousand Custodes. Even if it had instructors, their rank would not be high.

To put it bluntly, this was the Emperor's test, as well as an unmistakable warning.

Didn't you, Wu Pifu, disdain power and authority? Didn't even imperial power amount to no more than a "not bad" in your eyes?

Then let your younger sister enlist. He would first grant her the title of instructor to eight hundred thousand Custodes, merely to observe her caliber and reaction.

To others, this series of actions seemed utterly baffling, impossible to make sense of. Yet Wu Pifu and Lin Daiyu both vaguely understood what it meant.

During morning training the next day, Lin Daiyu solemnly asked Wu Pifu about his intentions.

"Nothing wrong with it."

Wu Pifu said, "This old Emperor is a decent man—well, a man of stature. At the very least, he believes that the Son of Heaven should guard the nation's gates and the ruler should die for the state. He also has the people in his heart... Helping him with a few things would count as repaying the favor he showed your father. And there's one more thing."

Wu Pifu's expression turned serious. "Though I can let you retrace the path I took, it still isn't truly real. In reality, you haven't touched even a trace of bloodshed. That's no good. Very bad. So in the end, you'll still need to see blood in reality. Given your disposition and strength, there's nowhere better than the