"How could the handwriting and seals on both letters be exactly the same?" Granny Ying looked grim. "My lord, is someone deliberately setting a trap for you?" Gong Wensheng shook his head. "No one is setting a trap for me. The Heavenly Queen and the Right Chancellor are crossing swords. The Heavenly Queen planted a spy with the Right Chancellor, and he probably knows she planted a spy beside him. So the Heavenly Queen sent me a letter, and the Right Chancellor sent me one too. Granny, now do you understand why I left the Divine Capital for the Miao Frontier?"
By the end, Gong Wensheng could only smile bitterly.
Granny Ying felt nothing but awe. "My lord, are all political struggles in the Divine Capital this dangerous?"
"They all are," Gong Wensheng answered firmly.
Granny Ying sighed. "By comparison, political struggles in the Miao Frontier are like playing in the mud. The Divine Capital is full of high-level games. Throw these old bones of mine into the Divine Capital, and I probably wouldn't survive three days."
Gong Wensheng was deeply rueful too. "Had I stayed in the Divine Capital, those surging undercurrents would probably have swallowed me whole long ago. That was why I sought a posting elsewhere so single-mindedly. The Divine Capital boasts nature's treasures and outstanding people nurtured by a blessed land. Its biggest problem is that it nurtures far too many outstanding people."
With so many outstanding people, none would accept being beneath anyone else.
The competition was therefore frighteningly fierce.
"Then what do you intend to do now, my lord?" Granny Ying asked.
Looking at the two letters before him, Gong Wensheng began regretting having written to the Right Chancellor.
"Heaven will rain, and a mother will remarry. Let them do as they please. What