Along the way, Zhan Wenmin didn't say anything. Noticing his silence, Xie Yanghui asked, "What are you thinking about, Lao Zhan?"
Hearing his question, Zhan Wenmin raised his eyes and looked at his master's back. He hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Lao Ye, is it alright if you don't go see her? Won't those old censors make trouble and send memorials to the Emperor if you let her die without doing anything?"
Xie Yanghui knew who he was talking about and said, "After what she did to me since my late father died, she should be glad that I didn't kill her myself. As for those old men in the Censorate Department, I don't care if they want to report to the Emperor or not. The Emperor already knows about my relationship with that old woman. He will help me take care of those censors."
