Wei Zhao paused slightly.
He was indeed quite terrifying.
Also deeply calculating.
Every step he took needed to be weighed carefully.
Just as his heart tightened, fearing he might have scared her, he heard Yu Tingwan speaking calmly and kindly: "Can you, just as stealthily, kill the Emperor?"
Wei Zhao: ...
As expected, she was not an ordinary woman.
"Difficult."
He couldn't do it right now.
Yu Tingwan felt regretful.
"I heard that the Imperial Palace has a rich offspring, many princesses, but pitifully few princes."
Yu Tingwan blinked: "How many princesses are there?"
Wei Zhao replied: "More than fifty."
Yu Tingwan took a deep breath.
That old Emperor really got something!
"And the princes?"
Wei Zhao: "Six. Two died young, and now another is dead. Only the Second Prince, Fourth Prince, and Fifth Prince are left."
"The Second Prince had an accident during a hunt last year, leaving him with a lame leg."
