"A tiger father, a dog son!"
Cao Yiyan let out a heavy breath.
His status was extraordinary. Let alone being demoted to Duke Ninghe, even if he were reduced to a Shu commoner, he would still hold great value.
What a pity. If Duke Ninghe had agreed, then once the False Zheng Emperor died, disputes among the young princes, Prince Shu, the former Prince Lu, and the others could have split apart False Zheng's realm.
Only then would his own army have gained the chance to catch its breath and grow.
Prince Qi and Prince Shu might not have been unaware of this, but in their struggle for the dragon throne, they had both chosen cooperation. Only Duke Ninghe, that rat-like fence-sitter, had refused.
"Despicable! Hateful!"
"Still, man proposes, Heaven disposes... He was only an idle piece placed on the board to begin with. I never expected him to accomplish much." Cao Yiyan said bitterly.
Yet upon further thought, he was merely a demoted commandery prince with little power. Having been stripped of rank time and again until he had become this way was nothing surprising.
"But I keep having an ominous feeling."
As though he had suddenly recalled something, Cao Yiyan examined another secret letter, then revealed a puzzled expression. "After Prince Qi died, where did all those demons go?"
"Even I can no longer contact the Demon Race. Could they all have fled the Capital City already? So quickly?"
"It must be that the False Zheng Emperor's purge was too savage, his pressure too urgent!"
"What a pity, what a pity!"
If the Demon Race were still here, having them do something now would make matters far easier.
The Demon Race had originally been former officials of Great Wei. It was not impossible to reactivate them after paying