The only trouble was...
Getting the Imperial Clan Court to deposit the spider silk into the Merit Library for a mere twenty merit points was going to take some convincing.
...
Zhao Ci sauntered toward Wangshu Palace, swinging a cloth bag and humming a tune.
His meeting with Old Deng had been quite fruitful. It seemed as long as he held the secrets to the Alchemy of Wine, he could keep pulling strings.
Now that Old Deng had upped the ante...
It was Gu Xiangzhu's turn.
Before long, he reached Wangshu Palace. He stopped humming only when he was at the door, where he straightened his clothes and knocked.
"Your son pays his respects, Mother Consort!"
"Come in, Ci."
Gu Xiangzhu replied coolly.
She was currently seated behind a screen, her posture and voice as cold and noble as ever.
