Hearing Han Tuozhou's words, Guo Jing stared at his wife in shock. "Rong'er, you were captured and taken into the palace?"
Huang Rong hesitated. She had originally intended to tell him quietly after returning, but there was no helping it now, so she had to tell him the truth. "Yes. It was Song... Qingshu and Prime Minister Han who rescued me from the palace just now."
"Why would the Emperor arrest you?" Guo Jing was utterly baffled. He had always believed himself wholeheartedly loyal to the Southern Song court, yet this was what he got in return. No matter how broad-minded he was, he could not help feeling disappointed.
Song Qingshu explained, "Brother Guo, there is no need to take it too much to heart. Our guess is that the Jia Sidao faction's mark is too strong on you. The court's Jinghu war zone is already entirely under his people's control, and the Emperor simply does not want Sichuan to fall under his control as well."
This was the conclusion Song Qingshu, Huang Rong, and Han Tuozhou had all reached. Unfortunately, they did not know that aside from this reason, Zhao Gou had an even more important reason for doing this: Guo Jing was Chai Rong's... no, Guo Rong's descendant.
Huang Rong looked worriedly at her husband. "Jing Gege~"
Guo Jing let out a long breath. "So that was it. I thought our husband-and-wife pair had done something that made the Emperor wary of us."
Seeing how open-minded he was, Han Tuozhou asked in surprise, "Great Hero Guo, you do not mind at all?"
"What is there to mind?" Guo Jing laughed heartily. "When too much power in the court is concentrated in the hands of a single powerful minister, turmoil is bound to follow. It is hardly a blessing