Zhuo Junli patted Chu Yihan on the shoulder, his fox-like eyes shimmering with shrewdness, scrutiny, and a bit of…malicious intent!
"Do you think you can be compared to me? The only thing between her and me is the distance to becoming empress," Chu Yihan retorted with disdain.
"But Your Majesty, since your ascension, you haven't conferred that title! Marshal Su is about to set out on a campaign, and your Su Empress hasn't even assumed her position yet."
Zhuo Junli was leisurely cracking sunflower seeds, a picture of ease.
Naturally, he was aware that aside from himself, no one else dared to speak to Chu Yihan like this and not fear for their head.
"Zhuo Junli, I can appoint you as Prime Minister right now, to replace your father, and ensure you're rejected by Sijin for life," Chu Yihan taunted.
When it came to stabbing someone in the back, Chu Yihan felt that being the emperor was indeed quite useful.
