Li Chen could not help comparing Hu Meiniang with Fairy Zhang Hua once again. His conclusion remained the same: they were as far apart as clouds and mud.
Their cultivation, strength, and ways of doing things simply could not be mentioned in the same breath.
Li Chen could understand Hu Meiniang's impatience. Now that she resided in the Sacred Capital, she had no reliable support beyond her own Demon King cultivation and the War Dragon Army left behind by Emperor Yang. Even Hu Ze, the fellow disciple she had summoned from elsewhere, might not be of one mind with her. Naturally, she had to do everything she could to win him over.
Given her origins as a female cultivator of the Fox Clan, resorting to seduction was only natural, but her methods ultimately lacked finesse.
Had Li Chen not been able to survey the whole situation from a higher vantage point and understand her helplessness and frustration, he would probably have fallen out with her on the spot.
Even conceding every possible point, if Hu Ze's Avatar truly fell under her spell and willingly became a servant beneath her skirts, he could easily come into conflict with Emperor Kangping, whom she had already ensnared.
Hu Meiniang did not possess Fairy Zhang Hua's peerless allure, with countless men waiting in reserve. Was she really not afraid of capsizing her own boat?
At its root, this was called overestimating oneself.
Some things were neither right nor wrong in themselves. Strength alone determined right and wrong.
"Empress Dowager, forgive my bluntness, but your most pressing concern is to secure your current position. You must not let the ministers find an excuse to depose you for misconduct, much less let the empress drive you out of the palace."
Left with no choice, Li Chen