After figuring this out, Yu Tingwan was especially frustrated.
She tried to find useful clues.
Unfortunately, there were none.
However... personally exposing Old Man Zhou's filth and turning him into a rat everyone wants to beat, and then thinking of ways to make sure he can't turn over again is quite satisfying.
Wei Zhao looked at Yu Tingwan, seeming thoughtful, and then at her pressed lips, never having seen anyone whose emotions are so clearly written on their face like hers.
He closed the window, expression calm, stepped over to lie on the couch.
His head hurt, sleepiness roared, his body was weak, almost unable to hold on.
But Wei Zhao had no intention of sleeping at all.
Once he closed his eyes, he saw the emperor's ugly face.
Wei Zhao thought of Duke Shun and his wife again.
His eyes darkened, a soft sigh escaping from his lips.
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
Yu Tingwan walked in from outside.
