"Tomorrow, you shall go to the palace on my behalf to resign."
Zhangsun Wuji's face showed neither sorrow nor joy, as if the current predicament of the Guanlong nobility was something he had long anticipated.
Such was his nature.
Just as in the years when Empress Zhangsun was alive, he could relinquish the already secured position of Chancellor with just a few words from the Empress.
And so it is now!
He could no longer afford to hold onto this position.
Even though he no longer wished to engage in conflict, those behind him would still push him forward.
This is the burden one in his position must bear, and Zhangsun Wuji did not wish to meet a tragic end.
Zhangsun Chong remained silent for a long while, but finally nodded his head.
The next day, as the news spread within the court, all the strife seemed suddenly insignificant in the face of this announcement.
This was Zhangsun Wuji, after all!
The second-ranking figure in the Lingyan Pavilion.
