"Fist is power. Only a hard enough fist can hold absolute authority." Tang Mo clenched his fist before Qian Renxue, an air of looking down upon the world appearing around him for the first time. "When your own strength is great enough, when the forces under your command are vast enough, money will come knocking on your door, and power will fall into your hands."
"Because that woman is strong enough, she holds the authority to distribute Spirit Hall's benefits. Only through distributing those benefits and suppressing others with her formidable strength can she control Spirit Hall?" Qian Renxue murmured, as though she had glimpsed an entirely new world.
"Exactly." Tang Mo's expression relaxed considerably. He had been afraid Qian Renxue would get stuck in a blind alley, continuing to treat a dispensable identity as her most important bargaining chip.
Xue Qinghe's identity as crown prince was indeed important, but it was nowhere near as important as Qian Renxue imagined.
Ultimately, that identity was merely a springboard. If she could use it to bring the Heaven Dou Empire's military power completely under her control and grasp its financial power, then that identity would be extremely important.
Once she held the military and the purse strings, she would still be able to keep power firmly in her grasp even if she returned to her true appearance one day.
In the end, what subordinates cared about was whether their superior could bring them benefits, not who their superior actually was.
If her identity as crown prince remained nothing more than a title that she could not turn into tangible gains, then once Qian Renxue's identity was exposed, the power she had gained through that title would ultimately be like a castle in the air, vanishing in an instant.
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