Li Yingluo: I Really Am Too Clever!

Dasheng Imperial City, Qingxin Hall.

Warmth still filled the hall, yet an indescribable oppression lingered in the air.

Third Princess Li Yingluo sat before her desk. An exquisite martial arts manual lay spread open before her, yet she seemed unable to sit still.

Her slender fingers unconsciously crumpled the corner of a page. Yesterday's spring breeze of triumph had long vanished from her face, leaving only deep anxiety and a trace of unease that was hard to detect.

It was all because of that crucial decree—

Recall Ye Li's Inspector General gold plaque and suspend him from duty.

Though those two advisers had made their case with great eloquence, once she calmed down, she still worried about the chances of this succeeding.

What if, what if Ye Li refused to hand over the gold plaque? How was she supposed to explain that to the eight mystic sects?

And how was she supposed to explain it to Father Emperor, who was watching her?

Everything remained unknown.

The maid Baiyue stood at one side, her delicate brows tightly furrowed, her heart heavy with worry.

Seeing her mistress so restless, she hesitated again and again, but ultimately could not help speaking. She lowered her voice to the utmost.

"Your Highness, this servant... this servant still feels that this is far too rash."

Li Yingluo abruptly raised her head, irritation flashing in her eyes. "Rash? How have I been rash? I already told you, I'm cleaning up his mess for him!"

Baiyue took a deep breath and met Li Yingluo's gaze. Her speech was calm, but it carried a faint, barely perceptible plea.

"Your Highness, you should know what kind of person General Ye is."

"Ever since he rose in Longtan Grand Commandery, beheaded the Buddhist Disciple, and destroyed the Sword Sect, he has