At least for now, he could not touch the Empress Dowager, even though he knew she had sent people to kill him.
This matter required careful, long-term planning.
The next day, Zhao Feng entered the palace for an audience.
In the Imperial Study, Emperor Jing looked up from a pile of memorials.
"Have you caught most of them?"
"Most of them."
"Good." Emperor Jing rose to his feet.
"Set the matter of the Empress Dowager aside for now."
Zhao Feng knew the emperor meant her attempt to have him killed.
"Understood, Your Majesty."
Emperor Jing gazed into the distance. The Empress Dowager herself did not concern him. It was the true threat behind her that felt like a thorn digging into his back.
But when the day comes to lay our cards on the table, my blade may prove just as sharp.
And Zhao Feng was the blade in his hand-or one of them, at least.
Zhao Feng and Emperor Jing conferred behind closed doors for four hours. No one knew what they discussed.
That evening, Zhao Feng returned to the Martial Suppression Bureau's offices.
Su Qingwan was already waiting for him in the courtyard.
"Miss Su, you really do come and go from my offices as you please," Zhao Feng said.
"What, am I not welcome?"
"Of course you are. Anytime." Zhao Feng gestured for her to enter the quiet room.
"I came today to invite you on a trip beyond the frontier with me, Brother Zhao," Su Qingwan said.
"Oh?"
"The information the Wind and Cloud Tower gave me yesterday was the approximate location of the Barbarian God's Legacy beyond the frontier."
Su Qingwan paused.
"The Barbarian God's Legacy is an important treasure of the Ancient Barbarian Tribe, and one of their sacred sites. If an outsider claims