"Shiji."
"Are you doing this for the Sima Family, for me, or for yourself?"
Cao Mao suddenly asked.
A eunuch brought tea for the two of them and set it before them. Zhong Hui did not rush to answer the emperor's question; instead, he began drinking his tea.
He took a gentle sip, seemingly enjoying it very much.
"Your Majesty, what difference does that make?"
Zhong Hui looked at Cao Mao and said earnestly, "Is there any difference between those three?"
"Whether it is Your Majesty, Sima Zhao, or your humble servant, our interests are the same. We all wish to uphold the Altars of Soil and Grain, govern Great Wei well, and restrain the ministers so that the realm is spared their poison."
"Since our goals are the same, why must Your Majesty draw such fine distinctions?"
Cao Mao laughed, shaking his head.
"No, no. Who said our goals were the same?"
The smile on Zhong Hui's face stiffened a little.
"Could it be that Your Majesty does not wish to govern Great Wei well?"
He truly could see no reason for the emperor to refuse. Under the present circumstances, what did the emperor's personal grievances with the Sima Family amount to?
Besides, didn't you become emperor because of the Sima Family? They've treated you courteously enough. You're on good terms with Sima Yan, Sima Wang, and the others, and Sima Shi is already dead. What's wrong with joining forces now to deal with the main enemy?
Are you going to slight the great affairs of the Imperial Court over a personal grudge?
Zhong Hui's expression immediately grew grave.
If Cao Mao truly was like that, then he was not a Sage King worth assisting.
Watching his changing expression, Cao Mao could actually make a rough guess at his