Under the dim lamplight, one old and one young quietly ate their meal.
After finishing, Lu Han set down his bowl and chopsticks, rinsed his mouth, and wiped his lips.
The two rose and walked to the tea room beside them.
Lu Han brewed tea, poured tea, and slowly drained the cup.
"Father, Li Qingxian is in the Northern Garrison Army, doing nothing at all. The brothers in the Northern Garrison Army have quite a few complaints." Lu Han raised his head to look at Lu Liangsheng, the eunuch in charge of the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs and superintendent of the Inner Factory.
Lu Liangsheng's face was smooth and delicate, his beard and hair snow-white, and an exceedingly faint smile always hung upon his face.
"The Divine Capital has been unsettled lately. Chief Minister Zhao's students and distant relatives have all been accused, with ironclad evidence." Lu Liangsheng said.
Lu Han frowned in thought. Not quite understanding how this concerned him, he could only follow Lu Liangsheng's lead. "Chief Minister Zhao holds power over the court and the realm, yet these matters have erupted all at once. Could someone be pushing things from behind the scenes?"
"Count how many years he has sat in the chief minister's seat."
Lu Han said, "More than five years... You mean... it is time to move against him?"
But Lu Liangsheng did not answer. "Lord Jie's nephew, that Jie Anhuai, came to us seeking an official post. Don't you find that strange?"
"Yes. Jie Linfu is the deputy chief minister, second only to Zhao Yishan. It should not be difficult for him to arrange a post for his nephew, even if he is a Martial Cultivator. It seems he has another purpose."
Lu Liangsheng smiled. "Jie Anhuai said he wished to devote himself wholeheartedly