Qian Wei's mind was clear. He knew that life and death hung on a single word. In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts had passed through his mind, countless...
The Emperor's favor... his perverse conduct in his old age... rumors of the Crown Prince's death... Prince Qi's military rebellion... the Emperor's death... the blood edict transferring the throne...
There were layer upon layer of doubts. It was not that he did not know of them—but could they be exposed?
Qian Wei silently gripped the object in his sleeve, and that silence drew even more eyes toward him.
Zhao Xu kicked him, glaring like a tiger opening its eyes. "Provincial Graduate Qian! Stop dozing off! Her Majesty is waiting for your reply!"
Once a senior Grand Secretariat minister raised doubts at this moment, the affairs of the realm would immediately be thrown into turmoil. No one knew how many people would be swept in; it was not merely a matter of life and death for Qian Wei's clan.
Though Great Zheng had stood for thirty years, its remaining enemies might not have been entirely wiped out. This concerned the entire realm. Once the Imperial Grandson was questioned and the various princes stirred up rebellion, no one knew how many would die.
To say something utterly treasonous, the Emperor had already passed away. In terms of weight, he no longer outweighed the stability of the realm.
Alas!
Qian Wei understood as well. No matter how many doubts there were, the Emperor was dead in the end... The heir ascending the throne was the foremost priority now!
If he insisted on fighting this to the bitter end, not only would it be useless, but if it affected the realm...
The realm... the realm... ah...
Thinking of the realm only made the bitterness