Chapter 11663 — The Might of Wei Zhao's Group Grows Ever Greater
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If, before this, the various factions had regarded Wei Zhao's group as formidable yet still harbored some measure of resentment and restless ambition—after all, each had old monsters of their own, and each believed itself to have the confidence to push back—then now, everything had changed.
Now, however, they did not dare make the slightest reckless move.
The precedent set by the Prince of Qi's Estate lay right before their eyes. Even if they believed their own strength greater, if it truly came to a head-on confrontation with Wei Zhao's group, who could swear they would not end up battered and bloodied?
"Outrageous! Outrageous! How is it that son of a bitch Wei Zhao again who has the last laugh!"
At this moment, within the Son of Heaven's palace, the Zhou Son of Heaven was in a towering rage.
After the several incidents that had come before, if one were to ask who across the entire Inner Royal Court most wished for Wei Zhao's downfall, it was surely none other than this Zhou Son of Heaven.
So long as Wei Zhao drew breath, he was the demon in the Son of Heaven's heart, and his throne could never be secure.
But the problem was that, given his nature as a puppet Son of Heaven, even at his peak he would have been utterly crushed by the Wei Zhao of today—let alone now, after the Edict of Self-Blame affair, when his Mandate of Heaven had all but been squandered.
In truth, even without anyone else lifting a finger, the Zhou Son of Heaven was now declining by the day, well and truly unable to look after himself.
Barring the unforeseen, if matters continued as they were, under the backlash of his Mandate of Heaven running dry, he stood an excellent chance of simply dropping dead in the seat of puppet Son of Heaven.
When that time came, the dawn of a new age for the Inner Royal Court would be formally proclaimed.
And it was precisely for this reason that the Zhou Son of Heaven hated Wei Zhao all the more.
The Queen attended him at his side with lowered brows and downcast eyes. Bereft of the blessing of her divine beauty, she had become an entirely different person, exuding an indescribable self-loathing from the very marrow of her bones.
Never mind anyone else—let a serving maid so much as glance her way, and she would be thrown into a panic.
The impression she gave was that, without her divine beauty, she scarcely deserved to live in this world at all.
Seeing the Zhou Son of Heaven reduced to impotent fury and having smashed yet another heap of things, the Queen at last spoke up cautiously: "In truth, Your Majesty, this consort has a way to help you turn defeat into victory."
The Zhou Son of Heaven was instantly galvanized. "Speak, quickly!"
The Queen said softly, "Place yourself in death's ground, and afterwards live."
Having dismissed the attending maids and servants, the Queen was still uneasy, and so she conveyed the entire plan in detail through a divine-sense voice transmission.
As the Zhou Son of Heaven listened, his eyes lit up. "A brilliant scheme! Truly brilliant! Worthy indeed of my Queen!"
The reason he had been willing to take the Queen back in the first place was, on the one hand, that he still harbored the fantasy that one day she might regain her divine beauty.
On the other hand, he knew full well that behind the Queen there must stand some great personage.
Win over the Queen, and one won over that great personage as well. Even if, for various considerations, that personage could not step forward openly to support him, so long as such a figure existed, there would always come a time when they proved useful.
And now, sure enough.
The Queen said gravely, "It is the one who tied the bell who must untie it. This tribulation must in the end be laid at Wei Zhao's door."
The Zhou Son of Heaven said, with meaning in his tone, "That the Queen could conceive such a brilliant scheme—truly a rare talent. Might this be the fruit of your family's learning, or did some other master instruct you?"