Binghe does a very good job at keeping an impassive expression. Saintly Emperor indeed. Well, at least the propaganda was doing its job. But they can't go to his palace to face his harem when he's in this state! This poor lord will be torn to shreds by those harpies he calls wives!
Moreover, what would they do to Shen Luguang and the silver haired gentleman...?
No, no, he can't afford to worry about others, not at his age. They're disposable, he reminds himself.
"That saintly emperor," he says with the slightest hint of a sneer, "would just as soon as kill us as help us for bringing this threat into his domain, depending on his mood. I've met the man, and he's as temperamental as the tides - and that's to say nothing of his wives. We'd be walking into a viper's den and putting ourselves in the jaws of the king snake himself. I'd not count on his benevolence."
He smiles, thin and sharp. A little self-reflection never hurt anyone. And perhaps Shen Luguang needs his little bubble burst about the true nature of his beloved emperor
"Let's head to Qishan instead. There's good surgeons there, and money talks well enough to buy their silence."
And he has money enough in his qiankun pouch to pay for their surgeries dozens of times over.
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Date: 2023-04-17 08:39 pm (UTC)Moreover, what would they do to Shen Luguang and the silver haired gentleman...?
No, no, he can't afford to worry about others, not at his age. They're disposable, he reminds himself.
"That saintly emperor," he says with the slightest hint of a sneer, "would just as soon as kill us as help us for bringing this threat into his domain, depending on his mood. I've met the man, and he's as temperamental as the tides - and that's to say nothing of his wives. We'd be walking into a viper's den and putting ourselves in the jaws of the king snake himself. I'd not count on his benevolence."
He smiles, thin and sharp. A little self-reflection never hurt anyone. And perhaps Shen Luguang needs his little bubble burst about the true nature of his beloved emperor
"Let's head to Qishan instead. There's good surgeons there, and money talks well enough to buy their silence."
And he has money enough in his qiankun pouch to pay for their surgeries dozens of times over.