This aging emperor's indulgence of Dongchang has never been due to his muddled senility.
Three days ago, when Dongchang's dogs unleashed a bloody storm in the capital, the first assistant of the cabinet knelt outside the hall, crying blood in his petition, and the ministers of the six ministries jointly pleaded for intervention.
Yet, Yu Dongji did not even grant them an audience, merely said lightly, "I am old, cannot bear to see blood, let them make a mess."
This is not confusion, but a grand strategy.
"Dongchang..."
Yu Dongji looked outside the hall, his lips slowly curling into a cold smile.
He needed Dongchang to be sharp, and equally to be hated.
When this blade is stained with blood, when the resentment of all civil and military officials reaches its peak—
"It is then... I close the net."
Yu Dongji lowered his head to look at the disappointed beauty in his arms, his withered fingers gently caressing the snow-white neck.
