Rules

Fu Zheng stood to one side.

Chu Zhiyuan glanced up at her and handed her the booklet he had finished reading.

"Your Highness, I..."

"You need to get to the bottom of things as well—know their circumstances and know how to deal with them."

"Yes." Fu Zheng answered solemnly.

She remembered that she was Chu Zhiyuan's guard and would be following him into action in the future.

If she did not know the people on the other side inside out, and failed to strike the right tone, she might ruin Chu Zhiyuan's plans.

"Sit down and read."

"Yes."

The two sat beside the stone table and went through every booklet in the box.

Both Fu Zheng and Chu Zhiyuan possessed photographic memories, and once they had finished reading, they remembered everything.

Chu Zhiyuan returned them to the box, sealed it, and put it back where it belonged. He sighed. "I didn't expect the situation here to be so complicated."

"Your Highness, it's not too bad, is it? Eight Princes divided into three factions—it doesn't seem overly troublesome."

"The trouble isn't only them. The powerful ministers and descendants of meritorious families below them are all placing their bets as well."

"Your Highness, aren't they afraid of betting on the wrong treasure and losing everything?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head. "When the Princes of the Phoenix Dynasty vie for the throne, they still follow the rules."

"What rules?"

"While fighting for the throne, they can use every means under the sun. But once the dust has settled, no one is allowed to settle old scores."

"Can that really be done?" Fu Zheng was skeptical.

If it were her, she would certainly remember any harm suffered during the struggle for the throne. Once she rose to power, she would naturally take revenge.

If