When Xue Beng and Xue Xing heard Tang Lie say this, they sprang from their chairs in shock.
Xue Beng was undoubtedly delighted. Although he knew Tang Lie had only said it to drag him into their schemes,
that did not stop the words from being music to his ears. Who would not want to be called the sovereign of all under heaven?
Pleasant as it sounded, neither of them could possibly admit to it. If anyone with ulterior motives in the prince's residence overheard, there would be no need to wait for a rebellion-their heads would be hanging at the execution grounds tomorrow.
"Mind your words, Elder Tang Lie. How can you spout such nonsense? Am I, Xue Beng, the sort to commit such monstrous treason?"
Xue Xing echoed him from the side.
"Exactly. We can talk, but we cannot speak recklessly."
Hearing both Xue Xing and Xue Beng say this, Tang Lie curled his lips and sat back down resentfully. If these two had not still been useful to them, he would have swung his hammer at them long ago.
Tang Xiao tried to smooth things over.
"Your Highness is right. Seventh is rather straightforward and speaks his mind. Please forgive anything inappropriate he might have said."
Just then, the old man who had been sitting leisurely to one side, slacking off all this time, opened his eyes and looked at the two of them.
"What Seventh meant was that Your Highness has a distinguished bearing. Your every word and deed carries an emperor's commanding majesty without a trace of anger. You bear a striking resemblance to Emperor Xue Ye in his younger days-a sovereign ordained by heaven!"
Hearing this, Xue Beng immediately waved his hands and said, somewhat bashfully,
"Not at all. I still fall far short