The Self-Cultivation of a Corrupt Official: If I Can't Understand It, It Must Have a Profound Meaning!

Chaoge City.

Fei Zhong's residence.

The residence was brightly lit. Two figures sat facing each other in the main hall—none other than the court grandee Fei Zhong and You Hun.

Fine wine and delicacies had been laid out on the table, yet neither of them had touched their chopsticks.

Fei Zhong picked up a bronze wine cup and filled You Hun's cup before slowly speaking.

"Grandee You, tell me, what exactly was the King's intention when he wrote that poem at Nuwa Palace?"

He had racked his brains over this matter but could not figure it out.

The King had been on the throne for seven years. He had always been wise, mighty, and diligent in handling state affairs. He was by no means a reckless or foolish ruler.

How could he have made such an almost frivolous move?

It was simply too abnormal.

You Hun took a sip of wine and narrowed his eyes, looking as though everything was already within his grasp.

He set down his wine cup and spoke unhurriedly.

"Grandee Fei, in my opinion, perhaps this matter isn't as complicated as you think."

Fei Zhong immediately perked up.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

You Hun wore an inscrutable expression.

"Grandee Fei, in my opinion, perhaps the King wants to take another consort?"

Fei Zhong pondered for a moment. A glint flashed through his eyes as his thoughts raced, connecting all the events of the past.

"That really is possible!"

"The King currently has only one queen and one consort in his harem."

"Queen Jiang is the daughter of the Marquis of the East, Jiang Huanchu, the foremost of the Four Great Marquises. The power behind her is deeply entrenched."

"Consort Huang is the younger sister of General King Wucheng, Huang Feihu. The Huang family has served