Suo Lun said, "By taking Ling Ao as your retainer, you've already deceived the hearts of numerous civilian elites. These foolish civilians don't realize that your foundational support, Zhi Li His Highness, will always be the nobles and the lords."
Zhi Li said, "So, the King's chances of winning remain slim to none. In fact, I need to do nothing; I simply have to wait for the King to pass away, and then I can ascend the throne smoothly. The King has already suffered a stroke and is paralyzed. How long do you think he can live? Suo Lun, you now have His Majesty's protection, but on the day I ascend to the throne, where will the Suo go?"
Suo Lun spread his hands, saying nothing.
