"The Emperor called me in and gave me a prior warning. His intent and his heart are unfathomable!"
Su Ziji leaned steadily against the cushion. At this moment, the ox-cart moved slowly, and the streets and alleys were almost free of pedestrians. Only the sound of the ox's hooves rising and falling in the slush could be heard, yet his tone was measured and calm as he recounted the Emperor's words one by one.
After finishing, Su Ziji gazed at the snowy scenery, his thin, white, slender fingers laced together, a trace of melancholy in his eyes, and suddenly asked the Wild Daoist, "What do you think is the Emperor's intention?"
The Wild Daoist held his wine cup without a word, watching the blurred wind and snow. After a long time, he said with a chilling coldness, "Is there even any need to ask? Once the exam questions for the coming year are leaked, it will surely be deemed that the few people in the hall have a problem."
"The grand secretaries are all well-experienced in the Spring Examinations, and a leak has never happened. Thus, the suspicion will fall directly upon Your Highness."
"At that time, a thunderous wrath can descend, and it might just provide a justifiable reason to depose Your Lordship."
To everyone, a leaked exam question also barely aligned with the interests of someone who had just been created Imperial Grandson.
The Presented Scholars produced every three years were the court's replenishment of talent.
If a majority of these Presented Scholars received the Imperial Grandson's favor, it could be said they would naturally become his direct faction.
Even if this matter were scrutinized closely and found to have unreasonable points, who would bother to think carefully about such details under a thunderous royal wrath?
Su Ziji