The series of measures that Yang Ge adopted in Dongying were the genuine, universally deceiving Dragon-Slaying Skill!
It’s said that it’s not the thugs who know martial arts that you should fear, but those who know both martial arts and culture!
A peerless Grandmaster who understands the Dragon-Slaying Skill and stands alone... No emperor could tolerate his existence!
Upon closer examination, both Yang Potian of the Ming Sect and Tang of the White Lotus Sect were individuals with great ambitions but inadequate talents, and their vision exceeded their abilities.
For them, the Ming Sect and the White Lotus Sect were never aids but constraints.
They themselves were aware of this point, but what kind of ordinary person could break such constraints?
It’s just like everyone knows that being alone means having no weaknesses, but who doesn’t long for the warmth of family and loved ones?
And Yang Ge... He simply had no weaknesses at all.
The more he had no weaknesses, the less the emperor could tolerate his existence...
Even though he indeed appeared harmless now, it did not dispel a king’s suspicions about him.
Because people’s hearts are fickle.
Who could guarantee that if he was not rebelling now, he would never rebel in the future?
If at this time Wei was peaceful and its national power was growing day by day, with the emperor in his prime and commanding respect everywhere, and still couldn’t get rid of this menace...
What would happen when one day the emperor would pass away, leaving a young successor with distrusting courtiers and the nation in decline? Who then could handle Yang Ge?
"Based on my understanding of that fellow, he indeed isn’t someone with the ambition to conquer everything," Shen Fa finally spoke again after a long silence.
Wei Heng gave him a glance and said irritably, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Shen Fa shook his head and said, "What I mean is, we really can’t keep this matter from the emperor. The more we hide it, the worse it gets. The emperor’s... wariness of him is not something you or I can decide. The only solution now is for us to proactively take on the task of dealing with him, keeping the struggle within limits, and preventing the situation from escalating!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Heng jumped up from the Taishi Chair as if his buttocks were on fire, "If you want to seek death, don’t drag me into it! Are you kidding me? You think we can handle him? Do you believe that he could storm into the capital and chop off our heads to play soccer with, and the emperor would still praise him for his excellent stroke, his wonderful execution, making frogs croak in applause?"
Unable to help himself, Shen Fa rolled his eyes at him, "When will you ever change this bad temper of yours? Can’t you listen to me finish before you panic?"
Wei Heng, refusing to sit back down, folded his arms and said, "Go on, I’m listening!"
Shen Fa took a deep breath and spoke softly, "There are many ways to handle this; the guy is like a stubborn mule who doesn’t move forward when led and steps back when beaten. We should smooth his fur in the direction it lays, continually shackle him, bit by bit tying his hands and feet..."
Wei Heng looked at him skeptically, "Such as?"
Shen Fa replied, "For example... isn’t his family working on his restoration now? What if we persuade the emperor to arrange for a princess to be sent over as his housekeeper?"
Wei Heng, caught off guard, eventually nodded vehemently and gave him a thumbs up, "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! Truly worthy of being called ’The Fox-Faced Vixen’! Such lowly tricks you pull off with utmost finesse, completely traceless!"
Shen Fa asked, "Are you praising me or scolding me?"
Wei Heng replied, "Of course, I’m praising you!"
Shen Fa stated, "I’ve come up with the idea; you’d better handle it since you work in the palace and can speak freely!"
Wei Heng laughed coldly, "Dream on! Did you really think I don’t know why that bastard came to the capital and beat you in public initially?"
Shen Fa’s eye twitched, and he clapped his hands in exasperation, putting on a defeated expression, "Fine, do it or not, after all, it’s not my ancestors who will die in the fight!"
Wei Heng enraged, protested, "You..."
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Shen Fa tactically leaned back, "What about me? You ask for my ideas, but then you back out. What, am I supposed to do all the dirty work while you play the good guy? Why don’t you just put on an embroidered dress and go sing operas?"
After thinking it over, Wei Heng grudgingly conceded, "I can handle this matter, but how can you be so sure that the bastard will indeed return to his home? I reckon he has no reason to go back, regardless."
Shen Fa dismissed his concern with a wave, "Leave the matters of the wise to the smart, less you bother."
Continuing to swallow his frustration, Wei Heng asked, "What else?"
Shen Fa spread his hands, "That’s it."
Wei Heng raised his eyebrows abruptly, "That’s it?"
Shen Fa replied, "Quality over quantity. With just this one move, if executed well, can firmly bind him to the emperor’s throne to everyone’s satisfaction. There’s no need for any other tactics... Besides, do you really think he is as dumb as you? Even this one move, making it so he can’t see through, is nearly impossible. Do you believe that once he is back, he won’t turn right around and run to the capital?"
Wei Heng slowly furrowed his brow, "You argue with your own reasoning... but being a prince or relative to the emperor is no easy station either."
Temple throbbing, Shen Fa rubbed his temples and said, "We’ll just have to adapt to counter his moves, one move after the other. Being a royal relative isn’t a prime position, but is being the son-in-law of a marquis or a noble any better?"
After a moment of reflection, Wei Heng sat back down and sighed deeply, "Maybe it really is better to be somewhat incompetent.."
Hearing his mutter, Shen Fa unintentionally recalled the first time he had met Yang Ge, who had shown no will to survive, looking like a limp mud puddle, and he covered his face with his hands.