### Jia Zheng saw that Lin Daiyu looked completely bewildered and couldn't help sighing inwardly.
He knew that although the girl before him was exceptionally clever, she grasped poetry, essays, statecraft, current affairs, and human relationships as soon as they were explained to her. But when it came to the complexities of political maneuvering and power struggles at court, she had simply seen too little of the world.
Still, when he remembered that Daiyu was only thirteen by Chinese reckoning, he felt more at ease. He shouldn't expect too much of her.
So he patiently began to explain in detail:
"It's actually not complicated."
"Back then, when you avenged your father and set off that... that bloody storm in Jiangnan, you certainly vented your anger on your father's behalf. But at the same time, you tore away the cover hiding how the local powers in Jiangnan had monopolized the spirit veins and oppressed the immortals!"
"Those long-standing abuses, those tangled webs of vested interests, those things that could once have been covered up and dealt with slowly, were suddenly laid bare before the Heavenly Court. They became urgent problems that had to be faced and resolved!"
"After all, you killed too many people. Jiangnan descended into chaos overnight. Many sect leaders and clan heads were gone, and their control over the region plummeted. That forced the Heavenly Court to intervene ahead of schedule."
"Otherwise, an even greater disaster was bound to follow!"
Seeing how intently Daiyu listened, he continued:
"And under these circumstances..."
"Both the conservative and reformist factions in the Heavenly Court were delighted, as if they'd stumbled upon a priceless opportunity!"
"Those people didn't care how many had died in Jiangnan, or who they were. They cared about only one thing: whether they could seize this rare opportunity