The crackpot strategist

Crown Prince's Residence.

After court adjourned, Xue Qinghe returned to his residence.

His expression had been grim the entire way, and no one dared speak up and invite trouble.

Once he returned to his room, Dongfang Yu followed him inside.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"Those ministers, what else?" Xue Qinghe poured himself a cup of tea, his tone sour.

Dongfang Yu chuckled. "Have they been putting obstacles in your way?"

"Not exactly. Most of them still support my father, that's all," Xue Qinghe replied.

Xue Ye had been emperor for decades, and his standing in the ministers' hearts was deeply entrenched.

Xue Qinghe had only just taken power, so naturally, the ministers would not readily accept him.

"Honestly, I can't just kill them all."

Dongfang Yu thought for a moment, then recalled an old tale. "I do have a good method for quickly weeding out those who oppose you."

"What method?" Xue Qinghe asked.

His crackpot strategist certainly lived up to the name. Whenever it mattered, he always had a way to solve his problems.

Naturally, Dongfang Yu knew nothing about that title.

He simply said, "Call a deer a horse."

Xue Qinghe paused. "What do you mean?"

"Here's what you do..." Dongfang Yu stepped closer and leaned down to explain.

A moment later, Xue Qinghe burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Good, that's an excellent idea. Brother Yu, you really have a head on your shoulders."

Dongfang Yu offered an awkward but polite smile. This was hardly his own cleverness; it was the wisdom of those who had come before him.

In this world, he had become its originator, but he still felt undeserving of the credit.

The next day.

Xue Qinghe regarded several scowling ministers with a faint, knowing smile. There was no need to ask. They must have tried