As shrewd as Chong Shiqie was, she naturally understood that Jian Shang's earlier glance had been a warning. Besides, none of the other women present harbored any real desire for fame or power.
Nor would Chong Shiqie underestimate their intelligence and foolishly deny it. She might as well speak openly.
More importantly, Dragon Consort Chong Shiqie was the last imperial consort to have met the Huan Emperor, and she belonged to another race. It was not impossible for either her or her son to contend for the highest position, but achieving that goal would inevitably require fierce internal strife and conflict, and even then, winning people's hearts would be difficult. As the saying went, those not of our race must harbor different hearts. Even if Great Huan did not reject the Dragon Consort, it would not support her as its ruler.
Everyone present froze upon hearing Chong Shiqie swear her oath, but Jian Shang merely smiled without saying anything or interjecting.
Although Jian Shang was neither skilled in matters of affection nor an eloquent speaker, he knew that wherever there were people, there would be conflict, especially among women. Unless someone stepped out of line, a man was better off staying out of it. Otherwise, he would only add to the chaos!
Qi Ji's expression darkened. Looking straight at Chong Shiqie with a piercing gaze, she said solemnly, "Sister Chong, your words are too grave! His Majesty trusts me, and I dare not betray that trust. If this sword is passed down, it will absolutely go to whoever is most suited to it. There will be no selfish motives whatsoever!"
An anxious, apprehensive expression appeared on Chong Shiqie's face, and she quickly said, "I firmly believe that, and I trust your character even more, Elder Sister. That is why all