"Yes, even if he wants to drag Consort Jing down with him, he still has dozens of supporters behind him."
Murong Jiu actually sympathized with Mei Yuzong.
Encountering Chen Honglian was the start of his misfortune, and for twenty years, he had been paying the price for a momentary lapse in judgment.
No one would be content with that, unless they were a so-called saint.
Jun Yuyan pulled her into his arms, gently saying, "Actually, he's not as foolish as we thought. He hasn't agreed to Consort Jing's requests, has he? Even if the Emperor suspects something, without catching them in the act, it would only be suspicion. At most, the Emperor would banish people from the Imperial Palace."
Murong Jiu clutched his slender fingers, unconsciously drawing circles in his palm, "Would he really do nothing? That's not certain. With his hatred for Consort Jing, wouldn't he want to see her fall from favor with his own eyes?"
"It depends on whether he is truly clever."
"What do you mean?"
