As Zheng Xiu stared, deep in thought, at the massive hole in the snow clouds above the Imperial Palace, Jiang Gaoyi arrived with a meal.
He recounted everything that had happened during the morning court session.
In the presence of Marquis Zheng, Jiang Gaoyi had long since shed his initial inhibitions. He finally understood now: Zheng Xiu's proposal wasn't just for his own benefit. The Marquis had even considered how to help him resolve his current predicament!
Ever since the Great Emperor announced that a Crown Prince would be appointed on the third day of the third month, Jiang Gaoyi had lost count of the banquet invitations he'd received, the gifts left at his doorstep, and the court officials who had come to call on him.
Even if they didn't state their intentions plainly, Jiang Gaoyi could read the deeper meaning behind all these banquets, gifts, and visits.
What they all wanted to say, in essence, was:
