The weaker one is, the less willing one is to admit it, leading to even more arrogance and forcefulness.
The raging and roaring of the Grand Empress Dowager Zheng, in the eyes of Mr. Zhao, looked as fragile as a paper tiger, easily punctured with a poke.
Mr. Zhao, outwardly compliant, turned his head after leaving Jingyang Palace, and a scornful sneer silently curled at the corner of his mouth.
The Zheng Family was already finished.
With the Zheng father and son duo gone, the Grand Empress Dowager's influence in the court was greatly diminished. Even within the harem, her prestige was not what it used to be.
One is a rising emperor, the other an aged Grand Empress Dowager, and the palace attendants and eunuchs are not fools; their hearts gradually leaned towards the emperor.
