Su Ziji listened and smiled, letting out a breath without saying much.
He was still at ease with Wild Daoist handling matters. No matter what Cao Yiyan had come to the capital to do, the fact that he had dared place someone in Su Ziji's estate and offer up a poisonous scheme meant he bore Su Ziji no goodwill.
Even setting that aside, he had violated a taboo. Su Ziji was increasingly understanding why, whenever there was a struggle, one had to clear the field first.
They could not possibly fight each other to the death only to let outsiders reap the gains.
"Keep your hands clean. Don't let anyone profit from this!" Su Ziji spoke calmly, without the slightest concern. He understood the nature of regimes and emperors far too well.
They were all Dragon Scions, so fighting among themselves was barely understandable. But if outsiders intervened, it was a capital crime. So long as they caught even the smallest trace, they would bite down and follow the vine to its roots.
Cao Yiyan?
By now, dawn had risen in the distance. The moon hanging high in the sky had sunk, and its light gradually faded, just as the saying went: how could a dark moon contend with the brilliance of the rising sun?
Whoever Cao Yiyan was, let the court search him out and punish him first. It could also divert suspicion.
"Yes, my lord. We had little involvement to begin with, so our hands are very clean." Seeing his lord's expression, Wild Daoist knew that his lord had great confidence in his work.
Thinking of the people who had recently gathered around his lord, he secretly felt pleased with himself. No matter how others distinguished themselves, only he could handle this sort of "plotting"!
Everyone else had