His voice, though as soft as a falling leaf touching the ground, carried an indescribable penetrating force.
Those brief words were somewhat earth-shattering, like a treasure buried deep underground suddenly breaking through the soil, impossible to ignore.
Their heartbeats were drawn along, racing with the lingering echo of his words. Different expressions appeared on each of their faces—surprise, doubt, curiosity, and a deeply hidden anticipation.
Even Chen Cong instinctively opened his mouth to refute him. "Xiaojun, what are you talking about...?"
His gaze swept instinctively over Xue Churan, only to inadvertently catch sight of her slightly upturned red lips, the symbol of her unique confidence and composure.
His heart stirred, and he unconsciously turned to Xue Churan, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry. "Churan, do you... think the same way?"
Xue Churan gave Chen Xiaojun a faint glance, then parted her red lips. "Brother Cong, this matter has indeed allowed us to see the current situation clearly."
"Our forces are not weak, but our foundation is not yet solid enough."
She paused, then continued, "These past few years, thanks to your support, we have achieved a little in the Imperial Court."
"But looking at it now, I was somewhat too impatient."
"In that case, I should settle down even more and properly cultivate my inner strength."
"Originally, I had planned to spend these ten years safely and steadily in Chang'an City."
Xue Churan continued, "Now, if I stop being governor and everything returns to the Origin Point, what else can they force me to do?"
Listening to Xue Churan's confession, a surge of emotion rose in Chen Cong's heart.
He took a deep breath and said, his voice slightly hoarse, "Because of my Chen Clan's affairs, you've been dragged down to this point. I truly feel guilty."
Xue Churan