"This Shen Tang is rather interesting..."
Zheng Qiao watched several memorials, his eyes dark and brooding.
Suddenly, he remembered how Shen Tang had withdrawn from the Alliance Army halfway through the previous year. He had always been proud and arrogant, and hadn't given it much thought at the time. But his senior brother Yan An had still been uneasy and sent people to test her. The result had also been that everything seemed fine. If Shen Tang had truly been a grave threat, Yan An would never have kept it from him. Looking at it now, it seemed that both of them had been mistaken.
Zheng Qiao's thoughts roiled without end.
He had been wary of Shen Tang, but not to the point of wanting to kill her. In Zheng Qiao's eyes, Shen Tang was just like Wu Xian, Gu Ren, and the rest: she had a little ability and some appeal, and had gathered a bunch of people to build a ramshackle operation together.
But—
A ramshackle operation was still just that.
It couldn't hold a candle to the real thing.
They might be leaping about now, seeming like important figures, but that was only because Zheng Qiao hadn't had the time to pay attention to them. If he really set about dealing with them, sending elite troops to crush them would be a matter of days.
For now, King Zhi was still Zheng Qiao's greatest concern.
He would deal with King Zhi, then turn around and settle accounts with those fleas.
For the moment, he would simply treat them as a bit of amusement.
Zheng Qiao set the memorials aside.
At Court Session the next day, Zheng Qiao agreed to the Ten Crows envoy's request. A sycophantic minister then took the initiative to bring up his children. Understanding