He didn't want the throne to be taken away by a group of shouting believers.

Cheng Qitian put down his teacup, a cold smile on his face: "Why is the Prime Minister so worried?"

"They are just a bunch of rabble, they can't make any big waves."

"Your Majesty, this is wrong!"

Qi Daokun frowned, "Though these ignorant people are nothing to be feared, the money they hold should not be underestimated!"

"The Changsheng Sect has amassed such a huge amount of wealth. If we allow them to grow stronger, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"I know what the Prime Minister is worried about."

Cheng Qitian put down his teacup, the smile on his face growing wider. "Prime Minister, are you worried that there's someone else behind the Changsheng Cult?"

Qi Daokun didn't say anything, but just stared at Cheng Qitian, waiting for his next words.

Cheng Qitian chuckled and said, "Prime Minister, do you still remember Chen Ling, the son of the Chen family, and Su Yuan, the son of the Su family, whose property was confiscated earlier?"

Qi Daokun's heart moved. He had secretly supported these two families before, but later he gave up on them because he was worried about getting into trouble.

"This Changsheng Sect was founded by the two of them at my instruction."

Cheng Qitian spoke in a flat tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Your Majesty, you..."

Qi Daokun's tone was filled with shock and disbelief. "They...they were stopped outside by the servants that day, and they actually...actually came to seek refuge with the prince?"

"good."

Cheng Qitian didn't intend to hide it and simply admitted: "The two of them were desperate and came to ask for my protection. I saw that they still had some use, so I took them in."

"This Changsheng Sect was founded by me, for the purpose of..."

Cheng Qitian paused and said in a low voice, "It's all for the purpose of amassing wealth and recruiting soldiers!"