"Cao Fuhu, you've got quite an appetite. You actually want to eat the same fare as Emperor Yongchang."
Bone-Scraping Blade was somewhat surprised by Cao Fuhu's nerve.
Cao Fuhu sighed. "Bone-Scraping Blade, you people from the Demon Cult don't understand. Which of the lords at court doesn't want to eat the same meat as His Majesty? Spending the night in the Dragon Bed is every powerful minister's ultimate dream."
Bone-Scraping Blade did not know what to make of him. "Why are you being so honest today?"
Cao Fuhu pointed at the other "Bone-Scraping Blade." "Your Demon Cult elder already has a grip on my weakness. Playing the honest man won't help."
Cao Fuhu had realized that this was not the time to stand tough.
On the contrary, this was the time to confess his ambitions.
The Demon Cult would surely prefer an ambitious Jiangzhou Governor to one utterly loyal to Emperor Yongchang.
"It's only because His Majesty keeps such a tight rein on things. Otherwise, how would the world's foremost bodhisattva ever have fallen to you?"
To protect his vulnerable spot, Cao Fuhu threw caution to the wind.
After all, the one outside the window was Bone-Scraping Blade.
The one currently holding his weakness in hand was Thousand Faces.
He could not offend Thousand Faces, but he could still afford to offend Bone-Scraping Blade a little.
What if Thousand Faces and Bone-Scraping Blade were also at odds?
Given the Demon Cult's selfishness, discord among its elders seemed quite reasonable.
"Whether you're celebrated courtesans or bodhisattvas of the Jianghu, in the eyes of us court officials, you can't compare to the wives and daughters of convicted officials in the Jiaofang Department. And those wives and daughters can't compare to the consorts in the Imperial Palace."
At this, Cao Fuhu tilted his