Manbao looked sympathetically at the Crown Prince, who furrowed his brows and glanced down at her, asking, "So why did you submit the memorial?"
"I submitted to impeach Wang Ji and others."
The Crown Prince raised his eyebrows slightly, looked Zhou Man over, and asked, "Arguing with the Censorate?"
Manbao said seriously, "Your Highness, how can it be an argument? I'm doing this to make the court, Imperial Hospital, and nation better."
The Crown Prince nodded perfunctorily, "Indeed, good impeachment. But if you can't win the argument, don't cry."
"Am I that type of person?" Manbao said with ambition, "As long as I'm reasonable, I won't lose."
The Crown Prince curled his lips, thinking she was too naive. In this world, especially in court, winning or losing was never about reason.
The Crown Prince glanced at her and then sped up his pace, passing Zhou Man and heading to the backyard where he lived.
