Jiu Tian Sui (21)

Upon hearing this, Du Chao Gong's gaze suddenly changed. He had understood the meaning within the youth's words, clearly analyzing every advantage and disadvantage.

"If we follow the original plan and allow them to be fully captured, feigning surrender would only make them suspicious. In a controlled situation, they would be unable to act, and encountering unforeseen events would be tantamount to seeking death."

Currently, the struggle for the throne was extremely brutal. If the old emperor were to suddenly pass away, the army under Chu An, currently recuperating and awaiting its moment, would become useless.

This concern was valid. If the youth did not possess future memories, he too would be worried about this matter. But knowing what would happen next, he had seized the initiative, and his worries were somewhat lessened.

Chu Feng Qi's beautiful face broke into a mischievous smile, "Jiu Tian Sui need not worry. Previously, Chu An was controlled by Your Excellency and harbored deep-seated hatred. If he grasps Your Excellency's weakness, he will surely cling on and not let go."

"What he values most is nothing more than the throne and power. After the dam construction is completed, Chu An's reputation and status will both rise. In his eyes, whatever Your Excellency does is merely a death struggle. As long as he sees what he wishes to see, no matter how formidable the person behind him, he will be implicated."

One must understand that a fool cannot be led. Chu An possessed at most a petty cleverness, but it ended there.

Hearing this, Du Chao Gong subtly curved his lips into a smile, his eyes profound, "I truly underestimated you. On this journey, do you know what I intend to take you to do?"

Chu Feng Qi, having just given his all, heard the man's question, and his invisible tail wagged furiously. He said shyly, "The struggle for the throne has now become unbalanced; I am likely being taken to create momentum, to further destabilize the situation."

Having said that, Chu Feng Qi continued, "But creating momentum at this stage is not a wise decision. Both Your Excellency and I will become targets of attack; they do not wish for another powerful opponent to emerge. This must be the old emperor's idea; no one else could interfere with Your Excellency's plans."

Du Chao Gong chuckled softly, his phoenix eyes both sharp and alluring, his smile lazy and captivating, "Indeed."

Chu Feng Qi's ears turned completely red, his face distinctly flushed.

His gaze, which had been fixed on the man's face, now felt scorched. He shyly lowered his eyes, his entire being feeling an indescribable awkwardness.

He had originally intended to seize the opportunity to ask permission to learn cooking from Du Chao Gong's chef, but immediately, a cold touch grazed his chin. The familiar blade rested once again on his unhealed wound, forcing the youth to lift his head.