"All who meet a good end, are just like me."
In the Imperial Garden.
When Xu Zhenguan heard these words, a complex expression emerged on her impeccably beautiful face, marked by a brief moment of surprise.
She then looked at the "Little Forbidden Army" before her with a gentler gaze.
Indeed, as an emperor, she could easily question why he was so slick.
But as a subject, he inevitably faced the majesty of heaven and felt a shared sense of unease.
Earlier, when she had issued her edict, a few light words had been enough to destroy a doctor official and his entire family behind him.
Although the "instigator" was right in front of her, he too must be feeling fearful, right?
It was human nature.
Rather than questioning him, it would be better to ask why the court, this large dyeing vat, could so quickly taint a "simple" soldier.
Especially the phrase "Third Imperial Princess reading history books at night" strangely made Xu Zhenguan feel a peculiar sense of closeness to him.
