?! Mere?!
At that question, even He Caitou struggled to keep his composure.
Honestly, whenever he woke from dreams in the dead of night, he would sometimes wonder how anyone had managed to stage a coup against his father when he held a Command Block supplied exclusively to the Sun Moon Imperial Family.
Even if the other side had enlisted forces outside the imperial family, his father, with the imperial seal in hand, should have been able to notice in advance.
All it would have taken was a single question.
"They were forces from outside the imperial family."
"On the night of the coup, that uncle of mine never showed his face. The ones who actually acted were several figures shrouded entirely in black robes."
"They... were all Titled Douluos, and powerful ones at that."
He Caitou lowered his gaze, remaining silent for a long while before slowly speaking.
Got it. The Holy Spirit Cult.
But the Sun Moon Imperial Family had started working with the Holy Spirit Cult this early?
Was my existence giving them more confidence?
"..."
With her curiosity satisfied, Wang Dong'er blinked.
Then an even greater curiosity welled up.
Why hadn't your father noticed any signs that your uncle intended to rebel?
A little demon at heart, Wang Dong'er parted her lips.
Before she could speak, however, the quick-eyed, quick-handed El pulled her into his arms, stopping Miss Wang from unleashing her ultimate attack at point-blank range.
Holding Wang Dong'er firmly in place, El blocked her mouth with his arm.
To anyone else, it looked no different from the usual roughhousing between roommates, with one hooking an arm around the other's neck.
Do you think you're me, asking something that bluntly?
El gave her a pointed look.
Then his throat bobbed almost involuntarily, and he swallowed.