"You see, I'm not fond of people stirring up trouble under my watch, and besides, they're all Zheng Qishan's men. As the saying goes, 'New king, new courtiers.' If they were my people, a little greed would've been tolerable, but this remnant dares to be so ostentatious in front of me," I said, voicing my dissent.
Jing An poured a glass of red wine without changing his expression and drained it, yet his gaze never left me.
"So, what do you have in mind?" Jing An asked slowly, setting his wine glass down.
I put down my chopsticks and sighed, "I don't know. The evidence I have right now isn't enough to send An Shiyu away, but I don't want to let him off easy either."
Pausing, I looked eagerly at Jing An, "So the only one who can maximize the use of this evidence is you, senior brother."
Jing An raised an eyebrow, with a look suggesting he knew I was up to no good, "That must be the real reason you wanted to see me today."
