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"Empty words are no proof ..."
"That doesn't matter," smiled Su Xinyi, "Uncle Zhao is ready to burn all his bridges with Ji Gang, even giving away the family heirloom books as the dowry for my second sister-in-law, which shows his firm confidence. Such a person, in the Imperial Academy, is of a firm and upright nature; even without evidence, his words would still be persuasive."
Moreover, Your Majesty had long harbored suspicions against Prince Yi, otherwise she would not have dared to take such a risk.
But these words, Su Xinyi could not utter lightly, not even to her sister.
To speculate on the emperor's thoughts—if it were carelessly leaked, that itself would be a serious crime.
Su Xixian was still somewhat worried, but she truly had no way to contribute to this matter; she could only watch Su Xinyi and say, "If there's anything I can help with, you must tell me."
"Of course, we're sisters after all; I've never been shy about asking for help," Su Xinyi laughed.
