Ji Ruyan glanced at Yu Xiaolong, knowing that he was a forthright person who could not stand to see clandestine strife and conflict.
Over the years, even though Yu Xiaolong had not returned to the Capital City, he was still haunted by the task his sister had once asked of him.
Yet with the deep affection between siblings, he could not bring himself to blame her for her wrongdoings, choosing instead to stay far away from the Capital City.
"Do you still wish to fight for the throne?"
Ji Ruyan asked Consort Wan in a melancholic tone.
If she still aspired to it, then she would truly be out of her mind.
Consort Wan let out a wry, bitter laugh, "Fight? With what shall I fight? You know the connection between Pei Xi and me runs deep. If this matter were to reach His Majesty's ears, my entire Yu Clan would surely not escape this calamity!"
"As long as you do not contend, I won't stir trouble. Innocent people shouldn't have to be involved."
