Wild Daoist understood at once, his expression turning complicated. He had always prided himself on being better at such schemes, yet this time Wen Xunpeng had seized the initiative first, and a trace of jealousy immediately rose in his heart.
But no sooner had that jealousy surfaced than he saw Wen Xunpeng rise and bow to him.
"Please, Mr. Lu, explain it in detail."
Wild Daoist froze for a moment, then immediately composed himself. "This is indeed a scheme of three horses racing, ending in a wrecked carriage and dead passengers."
"The granaries concern millions of soldiers and civilians in the Capital City, implicating countless offices and high officials. It could be said that even the slightest problem might disrupt the food supply of thousands, even tens of thousands."
"Our lord is the Imperial Grandson. If he proceeded gradually, then even if minor flaws arose along the way, he could keep them under control."
"His Majesty understood this well, which was why he sent three horses. The lead horse was Zhang Dai."
"Whether Zhang Dai was chasing fame and reputation was hard to say, but it was certain that he was extreme and willful—once he went down a road, he would go all the way into darkness, and even if he crashed into the southern wall, he would never turn back."
"If this man is deputy envoy, he will surely be filled with righteous indignation and dig to the very bottom. That would not only offend countless people at once—offending people would be one thing, but if he started cutting and killing on a grand scale, causing flaws in the granary supply and triggering some mutiny, then all of it would immediately become the Imperial Grandson's sin."
"Mr. Lu is right. His Majesty could not even wait for the normal