[So Gu Ruizhou believed Prince Xin's claim that Uncle Prince Jing was the crown prince Grandfather had named in his final edict to inherit the throne, and that was why he firmly joined Uncle Prince Jing's camp!!]
[And, and, his original reason for faking his death and escaping unscathed was just to slip out of Prince Jing's camp like a cicada shedding its shell. He didn't want to keep devising strategies for him!!]
Jiang Yingcheng looked up and darted a glance at Gu Ruizhou, who was tallying the accounts. The admiration, awe, and affection in her eyes stood in stark contrast to her disgust just moments earlier.
Her inner voice was positively delighted, too: [He really is a good person!]
After that exclamation, she plunged excitedly back into the information the system had listed, utterly unconcerned with whether the good uncles behind her lived or died.
Chu Jiaxu, Minister of Rites, felt his hand jerk violently. The spoon he was holding fell into his soup bowl with a clink.
The splashing soup sprinkled evenly over the dishes beside it, but the others at his table had no attention to spare for that. They sat frozen in place, without the slightest reaction.
Virtue-Returning General Lei Zhixin accidentally bit the tip of his tongue in his shock, his entire face twisting in pain.
As they exchanged looks, every one of them saw the despair in the others' eyes.
Little menace, you've barely reached the first stop and already exposed a secret like this about the Imperial Family. Are you planning to drag a whole string of coffins back into the Capital on the return journey?!
Not born on the same day, month, and year, but dying on the same day, month, and year?!
Coughs, groans, sharp intakes of breath...
Those faint sounds