"Over a hundred members of the Zhaang family, from top to bottom, have all been thrown into prison. Was this your doing?"
Having been so blatantly pointed out, Zhao Minghua felt that not admitting it seemed a bit inappropriate.
"Yes, what's wrong? Feeling sorry for them?"
"You." Chun Nuan hadn't expected a certain someone to be unaffected by such old grievances: "Why would I feel sorry for a stranger? I'm just worried about you..."
"Don't worry, no one knows it was me."
Chun Nuan... This man truly grows more formidable by the day. There is nothing he can't achieve once he sets his mind to it.
Sometimes Chun Nuan wondered if perhaps her grandfather's path of neutrality back then was a mistake.
The Capital is a giant melting pot; one must guard against others while harboring no ill intentions oneself.
If her grandfather had his own network of connections back then, the imperial concubine's case could have been better avoided.
