Yan Tinglu understood his father's words; he was preparing to play both sides, and he immediately felt troubled, "Father, is it really necessary to do this? Although His Highness Zhi Li has suffered a minor setback, his power is still ten times that of Suo Lun. Nine out of ten lords and nobles still stand on the side of His Highness Zhi Li."
"It's not the thousands I fear, but the chance in ten thousand. Suo Lun is too cunning," Yan Wujie said, "In dealing with Suo Lun, we should still attack when we need to attack, slander when we need to slander, suppress when we need to suppress. Our illustrious Yan Clan has condescended to let a child of a concubine serve him; that is a great fortune for him, Suo Lun, and I believe he will see the signs and know his place."
It was just then that the voice of an old servant came from outside, "Prime Minister, Count Suo Lun has sent a gift."
