Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

King Zhao nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

These dancers were almost all his concubines and mistresses, so it was natural for them not to wear clothes.

But that could only be done in one's own palace, behind closed doors.

How could I do that in front of outsiders?

"Your Majesty...this is the rule...this is how it's conducted, in public...what kind of behavior is this..."

Chen Shao suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. I don't wear clothes over there."

"Alright, alright, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, you guys keep dancing."

King Zhao wished he could stab this living father to death.

But now the room is full of people Chen Shao brought, all of them looking fierce and menacing.

He could only glare fiercely at Ma Yaozu.

It's all this kid's fault for attracting the emperor here!

Otherwise, with the Zhao Prince's mansion having such strict security, how could such a group of ruthless individuals have been allowed to swagger in so easily!

Chen Shao sat down in the main seat, his tone suddenly becoming troubled:

"Uncle, you say you did not plot a rebellion, but your nephew Ma Yaozu led three thousand men to Huaiyuan Prefecture and, in front of the entire city's population, solemnly declared that you, Prince Zhao, were plotting a rebellion."

"With both witnesses and physical evidence, this puts me in a very difficult position."

King Zhao suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Ma Yaozu, who was lying paralyzed on the ground.

Ma Yaozu's entire body trembled under the stare, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

With a pleading look on his face, he said, "I...I didn't...I didn't..."

Suddenly, King Zhao grabbed a brocade stool from the side and smashed it over Ma Yaozu's head.

"I've raised you for so many years, and this is how you repay me!"

Yaozu was hit so hard he ran away with his head in his hands, howling like a pig being slaughtered.

King Zhao, exhausted from smashing the weapons, knelt down before Chen Shao, panting heavily.

"Your Majesty is wise! Those soldiers were all unreliable under my command. I have long suspected they were enemy spies planted among my ranks!"

"They must have deliberately used my name to commit evil deeds in Huaiyuan Prefecture, tarnishing my reputation and sowing discord between Your Majesty and me, your uncle and nephew! I am innocent, Your Majesty!"

After listening, Chen Shao nodded slowly, a look of deep agreement on his face.

"That's what I think too."

"So it seems that Weibo has been quite infiltrated."

"I have always believed that they are spreading rumors about my uncle, so I came here specifically for this matter!"

"Imperial Uncle, bring out your waist token and military tally. I'm going to great lengths to catch the spy today."

Military tally!

King Zhao's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

The military tally was his lifeline; handing it over was tantamount to relinquishing military and political power, and thus the very foundation upon which he lived!

He hurriedly begged for mercy:

"Your Majesty, I can handle this myself; how could I dare trouble you..."

Chen Shao interrupted him directly, waving his hand:

"Brother Wu Song, arrest all my imperial aunts."

"Strip them naked and let them dance in the streets to entertain the people."

"No one but His Majesty is capable of catching the undercover agent!"

King Zhao raised his hands in surrender.

He can't afford to lose face.

Is this nephew even human?

That's your aunt!

King Zhao shakily pulled a bronze tiger tally from his bosom and held it above his head with both hands.

The tiger tally is exquisitely carved, with the tiger's head held high and its tail coiled up; it was the token used to mobilize the three armies of Weibo.

Chen Shao took it and casually tossed it to Wu Song.

A small tiger tally, weighing less than two ounces.

Even a man like Wu Song, with a strength rating of 150, was almost hit directly.

No other reason than that it's too heavy!

It was as heavy as Mount Tai.

This is the power to mobilize troops of the regional military governors.

His Majesty just casually tossed it to him.

"Meeting."

Chen Shao beckoned to the group of leaders.

The group quickly gathered around.

He turned his head and saw that King Zhao was also tiptoeing to the side.

"Uncle, you'd better not listen to this kind of thing, it might be too much for your heart."

Wu Song understood and delivered a chop to the back of Zhao King's head.

The latter rolled his eyes and fainted.

Chen Shao walked straight to the desk and spread out paper and pen.

"Ma Yaozu!"

...Damn, what, I'm involved too? Ma Yaozu jogged over:

"I am guilty...I am guilty!"

"I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself. If you do well, the throne of King Zhao will be yours."

"what?"

One second he was a prisoner, the next he's the king of kings.

Ma Yaozu felt that happiness had come too suddenly.

I was a little incoherent for a moment:

"Your Majesty...the King of Zhao has a son..."

Good heavens, he really wants to, Chen Shao couldn't help but think to himself.

However, it's fine to think about it; how can a general be a good prince if he doesn't want to kill his cousin?

What I fear most are those who have no desires or wants.

"Wouldn't killing them solve the problem?"

"It seems...it seems so."

"Lord Ma, do you know all the officers in your Weibo?"

Holy crap!!!

Ma Yaozu's spirits lifted; he knew the moment to change his destiny had arrived.

"I know them all! I know them all!! The commanders and deputy commanders of each battalion, and the captains of each guard, I know them all!"

"Alright then."

Chen Shao handed over the pen.

"Write."

"Write what?" Ma Yaozu asked, looking bewildered.

Write a list.

"Write down who are King Zhao's close associates, who are opportunists, and who are useful, clearly stating their names, official titles, and garrison locations."

"The better you write, the more secure your throne will be."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

...

These characters were the most beautifully written by Ma Yaozu in his entire life.

The document is divided into three sections, clearly labeled.

They knew perfectly well who was King Zhao's confidant, who was a troublemaker, and who was a fence-sitter.

"Lord Horse, now I'm giving you another glorious but arduous task."

"Your Majesty, please speak!"

"Go to the barracks and tell them that the King of Zhao is about to start a rebellion. Tell his trusted confidants to come to the palace immediately for a meeting. This is a deal that could lead to the extermination of nine generations of your family, so do not let a word of it slip by."

"Wu Song, take two brothers and accompany Lord Ma. If Lord Ma has any disloyal intentions, kill him on the spot."

He said it right in front of Ma Yaozu.

But Ma Yaozu was not angry at all.

Instead, she puffed out her chest.

"That's only right, that's how it should be."

"You've really got the knack for blending in with the world. The more I look at you, the more you seem to have the bearing of a prince."

Upon hearing this, Ma Yaozu was almost moved to tears.

"Your Majesty, I...I just wanted to improve too much."

"If Your Majesty does not despise me, I am willing..."

"We'll talk about it after it's done. Let's get to work."

.......

The chapter below got rejected...