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Upon hearing these words from Lu Chen, everyone exchanged astonished glances before quickly coming to a realization. Each person present was a highly intelligent expert, so they soon understood what Lu Chen meant.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. In the current situation within the Yushan Kingdom, the most powerful forces eligible to participate in the struggle for succession, aside from Kalan Prince, were Princess Zhulan and Melan Prince.
Melan Prince was also quite capable, though not as dominant as Kalan Prince. However, since they were all competing for the throne, they were enemies and rivals who would relish the chance to eliminate each other.
Historically, palace struggles have always been the most brutal, disregarding familial bonds. Whether it be between fathers and sons or siblings, once someone succeeded in seizing power, purging rivals was inevitable.
Take Kalan Prince for example; he had even ruthlessly turned against his own father, the former Old King of Yushan Kingdom.
According to Lu Chen's analysis, Kalan Prince, Melan Prince, and Princess Zhulan were all adversaries. However, Kalan Prince currently held the upper hand and had become a towering figure in this power struggle.
If Lu Chen could unite with Melan Prince to confront Kalan Prince together, the situation would change significantly. While there was still no guarantee of success, at least they would be on the same side, greatly enhancing their strength while reducing formidable opponents.
When Lu Chen suddenly proposed this idea, there was a moment of silence among those present. If Princess Zhulan and Melan Prince joined forces against Kalan Prince, it would indeed be a perfect solution that served two purposes.
Princess Zhulan nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed as she praised him: "Good idea! As expected from someone who has read the Human Book; your wisdom is exceptional. This strategy is simply brilliant."
Tu Youchun and Tu Youxia were also taken aback, finding it hard to believe that Lu Chen had come up with such a plan.
"Indeed! Brother Lu Chen truly has a talent for strategy. This plan is excellent; we should act immediately," Tu Youchun exclaimed as he slapped his thigh and stood up abruptly.
"Wait." Lu Chen interjected, stopping Tu Youchun and the eager crowd. "We cannot rush into this; we need meticulous planning. We must not act recklessly; listen to me."
With that, Lu Chen cleared his throat, stood up from his chair with his hands clasped behind his back, and began pacing slowly in the living room. He continued: "Melan Prince is our target for alliance; we must also keep him under control. At the right moment, we can treat him 'well,' whether through coercion or persuasion. Furthermore, Kalan Prince has numerous subordinates with unimaginable power; we must trim some of his influence."
Upon hearing this, Princess Zhulan's face was filled with astonishment as her chest rose and fell slightly with agitation.
Lu Chen's meaning could not have been clearer: Kalan Prince's power was immense, and he would soon issue an imperial decree; time was of the essence.
At this moment, Lu Chen intended to rely on his own boldness and skills to disrupt Kalan Prince's plans and create trouble for him, aiming to crush his imperial dreams in their infancy.
As soon as Lu Chen finished speaking, he gained unanimous support from everyone present. Not only was Lu Chen adept at using cunning strategies and resourceful in thought, but he also remained calm under pressure and could always devise countermeasures when faced with dire situations.
"Alright, we'll proceed as you suggest. However, I have one concern that weighs heavily on my mind," Tu Youchun said slowly, appearing troubled.
"You are referring to Miao Sheng Maiyi from Luban Divine Ridge, aren't you?" Lu Chen asked in response.
Tu Youchun nodded and explained, "That's right, I don't take anyone else seriously, but mainly Miao Sheng Maiyi. If we make such a big commotion in the palace, Miao Sheng Maiyi will definitely intervene, which would be detrimental to us. This person, Divine Dragon, is elusive and exceptionally skilled; I'm afraid we might not be his match."
Lu Chen listened and fell silent for a moment, gazing out the window. "Youchun's concerns are valid, but it's no longer necessary. I've heard of Miao Sheng Maiyi's reputation; he is indeed a formidable master who dominates his territory. However, my purpose in coming to Yushan Kingdom is to meet him personally and see if he truly lives up to his legendary status. You all can proceed with your plans; I will handle Miao Sheng Maiyi myself, and I won't allow him to appear in the palace and disrupt your actions," Lu Chen said confidently.
"You? Brother Lu Chen, this is no joke. Miao Sheng Maiyi is the Sect Leader of Luban Temple and possesses numerous powerful techniques; he is far from an ordinary person. You must not make hasty decisions," Tu Youchun advised, expressing his concerns.
Then, Tu Youchun looked at Princess Zhulan, who nodded in agreement. It seemed that Princess Zhulan had great trust in Lu Chen, daring to let him confront Miao Sheng Maiyi alone.
"Alright, let's settle this for now. You all focus on controlling Melan Prince and the Minister of Works, then take down the other Four Ministers one by one to gradually undermine Kalan Prince. I need to deal with Miao Sheng Maiyi; I've long wanted to meet this mythical figure," Lu Chen declared.
With that, Lu Chen transformed into an Electric Python and leaped out of the window amidst everyone's astonished gazes.
Afterward, those in the living room began to take action. Led by Princess Zhulan, Tu Youchun and Tu Youxia from the Tu Family, Jiang Jie and his brothers, Yue Shaoting, Lian Dashuang, and others secretly headed towards Melan Prince's residence.
Only Old Mu remained in the house, responsible for relaying information. Old Mu was calm and composed; although he was not as cunning as Lu Chen, he was mature and steady under pressure—qualities that few could match.
After everyone left, Old Mu stayed alone in the house, staring blankly into space. He murmured to himself, "Miao Sheng Maiyi holds the position of Sect Leader of Luban Temple with unparalleled abilities and a large group of disciples. Can the master really stand against them alone?"
Lost in thought, Old Mu continued, "Am I being overly worried? The master has always achieved victories against overwhelming odds and created miracles."
At this time, night had fallen over Yushan Kingdom's Underworld. The air was already quite cold in late autumn; thick clouds loomed overhead, indicating that snow was likely.
As Princess Zhulan and her group approached Melan Prince's residence to prepare their actions, the night in the Underworld had long been under curfew. The streets were deserted with no pedestrians around—only a few pairs of patrolling guards moving back and forth and the distant barking of dogs could be heard.
Princess Zhulan and her companions moved stealthily across rooftops towards the northwest direction of Underground City to ensure they did not alert anyone.
After about half an hour of travel, they arrived at their destination: Melan Prince's residence.
As one of the offspring of the former Old King of Yushan Kingdom and a noble prince himself, Melan Prince naturally had his own grand and luxurious residence covering dozens of acres with lavish decorations including artificial hills and flowing water features amidst dense gardens. There was even an artificially created lake for recreation.
Originally, Melan Prince's residence was heavily guarded; however, it seemed that due to Kalan Prince's influence, Melan Prince had deliberately withdrawn many hidden guards to demonstrate his fearlessness—essentially conveying a message that it didn't matter if someone came to kill him.
Kalan Prince appeared to enjoy this outcome as well; Melan Prince willingly submitted without Kalan having to lift a finger. This was a victory without any cost—nothing felt more satisfying than having an enemy voluntarily submit.
However, this made it much easier for Princess Zhulan and her group to enter Melan Prince's residence. They initially expected obstacles from hidden guards or servants but found that entering was far simpler than anticipated—almost like returning home.
As expected, Melan Prince should have set up some traps and poisoned arrows along the way to prevent any ambushes. However, it seems that not only are there fewer guards, but also many servants and craftsmen are missing, seemingly personnel that Melan Prince deliberately trimmed down.
This move by Melan Prince has proven to be more effective than his elaborate arrangements of traps and hidden guards. He is handling Kalan Prince in a way that appears foolishly wise; it seems that this Melan Prince is indeed no ordinary person.
Princess Zhulan and her companions walked along the tiled floor, passing through rockeries and large gardens, until they arrived at a vast hall.
This hall is independent and lavishly decorated on both sides. It is brightly lit inside and quite lively, with the sounds of long-drawn opera and the accompaniment of huqin and drums.
It is rumored that Melan Prince has been indulging in pleasures lately and has lost interest in state affairs, which indeed seems to be true.
Princess Zhulan exchanged glances with Tu Youchun, then they confidently approached the entrance of the hall.
The grand doors of the hall were wide open, revealing several courtesans dancing and playing music inside, their movements graceful. Nearby, a group of elderly men were beating drums, producing rhythmic sounds that were quite pleasant to hear.
Above in the hall, a young man in his twenties, dressed simply and wearing the Qinglin Crown, was resting his head on the lap of a middle-aged man. His eyes were hazy from intoxication as he occasionally glanced at the dancing courtesans or chuckled foolishly.
The middle-aged man above him was dressed in luxurious clothing, his eyes shining brightly, clearly someone of wealth or nobility. However, this man was not drinking; only the young man beneath him was sipping alone in a state of utter debauchery, and the middle-aged man did not stop him.
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