The line between a trusted Minister and a bone cancer is a fine one, decided in a single thought.
The Empress listened quietly for a long moment before smiling. "The Emperor's favor has not been wasted on you. You truly understand him."
Jiang Xian neither confirmed nor denied it.
She did, of course, understand the Emperor quite well. 'But her understanding came from the detached perspective of a modern person who had studied history, looking down on the past. Any bit of knowledge from her time would be what the ancients considered a jealously guarded Dragon Slaying Skill.' She then said aloud, "Thanks to my father's incompetence, the Emperor can trust me completely. What Your Ladyship worries about will not come to pass. The Emperor will decide this himself—it is not my place to comment."
"It is good that you can think this way,"
the Empress nodded. "Looking at the entire Rong Family, the Noble Consort is the safest one. If others say too much, it will only end up harming her."
