Su Qiao simply pretended not to understand what he meant.
"What do you mean, that's not what you meant?"
Li Ruo's expression flickered. "I mean, I mean that I can still hold on. Affairs in the palace are complicated and chaotic, and every aspect has to be taken into consideration. He's still so young. How could I feel at ease letting him shoulder such a heavy burden alone?"
He had exhausted every means and finally managed to rise to the highest position in the harem.
Of course, he didn't want someone to come in and seize the power in his hands so soon.
What was more, that person was Shang Shuheng—the one who had set his sights on Prince Rui and ruined his plans.
"What's there to fear about being young? After experiencing more and stumbling a few more times, he'll understand. Didn't you and I come through it the same way? No one is born knowing how to do everything."
The more Su Qiao spoke up for Shang Shuheng, the deeper Li Sang's resentment toward him grew.
It was just that, for the moment, he couldn't find a reasonable excuse to refuse again.
Su Qiao looked at him indifferently. "Haven't you always said that you wanted to live an idle life, like a carefree hermit? I'm only thinking of you and acting according to your wishes."
"His Highness's arrangements are quite good. I've troubled His Highness."
At this point, no matter how aggrieved or depressed Li Sang felt, he had nothing left to say.
After all, these were all things he had repeatedly lamented about in the past.
If he continued to resist and object, he would arouse her suspicions.
Once she had something to use against him, it would only put him at a disadvantage.
Li Ruo gave