"Are you sure His Majesty has passed away?!" Wanqi Shuofeng asked hurriedly.
"The Prime Minister Zhuang Jingming saw it with his own eyes; how can it be false?" Jiang Wangye said, "Otherwise, why has His Majesty not shown up since the earthquake in the Eastern Royal Palace, not even issuing a decree?"
Wanqi Shuofeng and Qi Kaihai exchanged a glance, their expressions extremely solemn.
Ultimately, paper cannot conceal the fire. Confirming the truth or falsehood of such an event is quite easy, and Jiang Wangye wouldn’t spew such an easily debunked lie unless there was something to it... so it’s most likely true!
"What about the Crown Prince? Where is the Crown Prince now?" Qi Kaihai pursued the question.
According to usual practices, as long as the Imperial Family’s bloodline continues, everything will quickly return to normal...
Jiang Wangye did not answer directly, instead speaking ambiguously, "This time the situation is different; Consort Yu is plotting to usurp the national fate, while the Empress is completely captivated by Chen Mo, even aiding her. Before the situation stabilizes fully, it is unsuitable for the Crown Prince to show himself."
He gazed around at the few people present, speaking in a deep voice, "If that witch succeeds, and the dynasty changes hands, not only the court but also the noble families will face a thorough purge. Under a toppled nest, no egg can remain intact; who among us can remain unaffected?"
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.
What Jiang Wangye said was certainly true.
The noble families are like a swarm of parasites clinging to a giant tree, constantly extracting nutrients and expanding, making the tree appear lush on the surface, yet internally riddled with holes.
But no matter how decayed, as long as the roots remain, life can continue.
However, if someone attempts to uproot this giant tree, they naturally cannot survive independently.
Wanqi Shuofeng tapped his fingers on the table, saying, "But even if we can kill Chen Mo, how can we stop Consort Yu?"
"You don’t need to worry about this; Consort Yu killing Gao Yuheng, the Commander of the Divine Strategy Army, has already interfered with the national fate. She can only use Chen Mo as a stepping stone." Jiang Wangye confidently said, "Now the two people are mutually impacted; once Chen Mo dies, Consort Yu’s plan will inevitably fail."
"You understand this principle, and Consort Yu naturally understands it as well." Wanqi Shuofeng said, "She’s bound to protect Chen Mo strictly, won’t give us any chance to strike."
"The Commander of the Demon Suppression Department, Ling Yishan, is at the end of his lifespan, desperate for the Creation Golden Pill to extend his life."
"Refining this pill is extremely difficult, even a Daoist Venerable has no guarantee; at least an Ultimate Venerable is needed to protect him."
"For Tianshu Pavilion’s sake, Chen Mo will surely ask Consort Yu for help, and that will be the best time to kill him!"
Jiang Wangye confidently stated, "There’s no need to worry about the Imperial Consort’s revenge afterwards; once the national fate flows back into the Dragon Vein, everything will be finalized, and she won’t stir up much trouble... Even the Three Saint Ancestors had to bow before a strong empire, let alone a Supreme who’s yet to transcend?"
"This..."
Wanqi Shuofeng and Qi Kaihai were still somewhat hesitant.
After all, the Empress’s notorious reputation was not for show.
Just then, a cold voice emerged from the black mist: "Our Sikong family seeks transcendence only, indifferent to mundane affairs. Whoever becomes the Emperor makes no difference to us..."
Jiang Wangye frowned upon hearing the words.
Soon after, he heard her continue, "If you want me to help you kill Chen Mo, that’s possible, but what benefits do I receive?"
Jiang Wangye let out a sigh of relief, curled his lips into a smile, and said, "Although this matter concerns everyone present, since I initiated it first, naturally, I must show proper sincerity."
He cleared his throat and leisurely said, "As long as we succeed this time, I can make the decision to share the Cabinet’s power with the Qi Family, while the Wanqi and Sikong families can each obtain an imperial corpse."
"What did you say?!"
Wanqi Shuofeng finally couldn’t contain himself, sprang to his feet, pressed his hands on the table, staring intently at Jiang Wangye, "You have an imperial corpse? Where did it come from? How can I trust you?"
"You needn’t worry about the origins of the imperial corpse or concern yourself. If I dare say such things, naturally I have the capability to fulfill them."
Jiang Wangye gave his wrist a shake, causing a golden contract paper to appear out of thin air, glowing brightly, "The contract is ready; you all can take a look, and if there are no issues, you can sign it."
The trio examined it one by one.
The terms were clearly outlined; as long as Chen Mo was killed, they would receive corresponding benefits.
As for other aspects, aside from not revealing the plan to outsiders, there weren’t excessive constraints. After all, the present were core members of the noble families, and pushing too hard would only backfire.
Moreover, as a collective of common interests, they had no reason to rebel.
The other party had come this far, showing utmost sincerity, and after a moment of contemplation, Wanqi Shuofeng and Qi Kaihai successively imprinted their Divine Soul Seals on the contract paper.
For them, Chen Mo was already a formidable foe who must be eliminated. Now, not only do they gain several allies, but they also receive extra benefits, why not?



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