Li Chengqian set out.
He put the tens of millions of taels of gold and billions of taels of silver Li Shimin had given him straight into his storage ring, then left the Imperial City.
Clearly.
Entrusting a task like this to anyone else might have made it extremely difficult.
Never mind anything else-just figuring out how to carry all that silver, recruit people, and train them would have been enough to worry someone to death.
But with Li Chengqian handling it, none of those problems remained problems.
After all, Li Chengqian was a cultivator with a storage ring. Wherever he wanted to go to cultivate, he could simply fly.
As for the people in his Eastern Palace, his so-called trusted followers, Li Chengqian had no intention of taking any of them along.
Perhaps he had considered it before, but after speaking with Li Shimin, he understood that no one could say what the true identities of those he considered his own people were, or which great clan had sent them as spies.
After all, he was the crown prince.
He was the one who would eventually inherit the throne.
For someone of his standing, which great clan would not sharpen its head to squeeze through any opening and plant its people at his side?
To put it bluntly, even the person who cleaned his toilets might well be a great clan's secret pawn.
That might sound a little absurd, but reality could be even more absurd.
In the end, Li Chengqian could no longer tell whether the people he had previously had in mind really were compromised.
After some consideration, he ultimately decided that, for safety's sake, he would take no one with him and simply start from scratch.
After all, this matter was too important. If even the