Outside the Cloud Dragon Gate, sunset glowed through mist and rosy clouds.
Inside a carriage hung with splendid curtains, sorrow gathered between delicate brows.
Baoyue deeply regretted it.
She should have submitted Wang Yang's personal account at the very first opportunity!
In fact, she had done precisely that. But she had not submitted it herself; she had entrusted it to Yu Cong.
She had chosen this approach after repeated deliberation.
Although she had always worked for the Eastern Palace behind the scenes, her father was an openly declared member of the Crown Prince Faction, as everyone knew. If she submitted this letter, it would inevitably stain the affair with the colors of factional strife. What would the Son of Heaven think then?
Had Wang Yang been planted beside the Prince of Badong by the Eastern Palace, with everything he did directed by it? In that case, might Wang Yang also have secretly incited the Prince of Badong to take up arms? First provoke a rebellion, then stab the rebels in the back and claim credit for suppressing it-everything Wang Yang had done would take on an entirely different flavor!
And if she presented this letter on Wang Yang's behalf, how would she explain herself? Say she had gone sightseeing in Jingzhou and happened to meet Wang Yang? Or say she had gone to Jingzhou to investigate the Prince of Badong's private affairs for the Crown Prince, met Wang Yang, and conveniently joined forces with him?
She could dress up her account however she liked, but what if it could not withstand investigation...
So she could not submit this letter herself. She needed another channel.
Baoyue had quite a few channels to choose from, but the best way to erase all traces of her involvement was to deliver it secretly.
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