Ren Kun, Qi Yuchun, Zhuang Xiaocheng... all thrown away by you one by one... and yet you still shamelessly claim you were forced to do this?
Xu Zhenguan laughed, a cold laugh, a desolate laugh, a sorrowful laugh:
"Xu Jianwen, you once had countless ways out, but you never chose them. And now you tell me you had no choice, isn't that laughable?"
Good!
Zhao Douan wanted to applaud as he listened, his worries dissipated. After the two years of the Eight Princes' Rebellion, the Empress had undergone monumental changes.
Now, she finally seemed more like a capable ruler.
...
Silence.
The study room was engulfed in silence.
Xu Jianwen seemed speechless for a moment before he finally laughed, his laugh was calm, very... complicated.
Xu Jianwen looked up, gazing at the Empress, trying to overlap the woman before him with the memory of that extraordinarily talented but overly family-concerned sister...
But he failed.
