"Mm? The Emperor—just as expected, the Emperor..." Su Ziji let out a muffled groan and slowly opened his eyes. His complexion was somewhat poor, then suddenly flushed with a trace of blood.
Although the sensation had weakened earlier, he could still sense that the aura on the letter remained. It had merely been cut off, leaving the feeling hazy and indistinct. But just now, Su Ziji had felt the aura he had attached to the letter being wiped away by a force.
The only one capable of this—of erasing the aura left behind by him, the Imperial Grandson, with such a presence that held the power of life and death, its might weighing upon all under Heaven—could only be the Emperor.
Though Su Ziji had already guessed this outcome when the letter had vaguely entered the Imperial Palace, he could not help feeling stifled.
At this moment, Su Ziji's thoughts coincided with the Emperor's: Though I was prepared, this came far too quickly.
"The Emperor was so suspicious that he personally inspected the letters."
Su Ziji guessed that the Emperor had not read every single letter. After all, with so many people, reading them one by one would take considerable effort.
The Emperor probably did not care what people of low status wrote in their correspondence.
The letters the Emperor had read should have belonged to those in high positions, with special identities, or holding military power.
For example, the letters exchanged between Su Ziji and several important ministers had surely been sent to the Imperial Palace, where the Emperor had personally opened and read them.
Princess Xinping was an imperial daughter, so her status naturally differed from others'. Even if she was not favored, the Emperor had personally opened and read the letters exchanged between her and Su Ziji.