Huaisang grunted with tired frustration, leaning back and rubbing his hand against his brow. All those crimes of Jin Guangyao that he had revealed, and yet. The timing hadn't been right. Who cared about some murdered whores? What ruler hadn't arranged a few well-timed accidents for his siblings? Many of his supporters had abandoned him, but not nearly enough.

There is one idea in there, and he glances over. "It might mean risking the wrath of the Lan Sect, but it could be done. Lan Xichen has dismissed Jin Guangyao's crimes again and again. Enabled them, looked the other way. Jin Guangyao murdered my older brother, a Sect Leader, using a technique gotten from the Lan Sect library. I always thought he snuck in, and yet. If Lan Xichen could be tarred with that brush... he might merely be an accessory to the crimes, but he could be an angle to be used."