"Why?" Facing Jin Zijin, who was even calmer than himself, the Emperor felt even more exhausted and powerless.
Jin Zijin looked at him calmly and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions. After years of seclusion on Qi Mountain, my mindset is different from yours. I won't be driven by power or profit, so don't waste your efforts on me."
"You..." The Emperor was somewhat choked and said, "You're still blaming me. It was I who schemed to send you to Qi Mountain. So you're saying this just to tell me that I must reap what I sow, aren't you?"
"Think whatever you like!" Jin Zijin said.
The Emperor rested his hand on his forehead, massaging his temples repeatedly.
Xiang Chun brought fresh tea, but Eunuch Wan stopped him at the door and didn't let him in.
He took the tea tray himself and knocked on the door of the flower hall.
"Come in!" the Emperor's voice came from the flower hall.
Eunuch Wan hurriedly served the tea and swiftly exited again.
