Zhao Douan and Pei Siniang had reached their cooperation and finished their first step in their plan.
Imperial Palace.
Inside the royal study, a conversation was similarly unfolding.
"…These represent the current attitudes and movements within various government offices after this morning's court session."
Dressed in an official robe, with a wingless black hat, the "female Prime Minister" Mo Zhaorong who possessed an androgynous beauty, closed the book in her hands.
She lifted her head, looking towards the figure standing by the window, her back facing Mo Zhaorong, resembling a fairy.
Her eyes did not hide her admiration for the Empress's beauty, as they were both women.
The Emperor of Great Yu's hands lightly rested on the windowsill, her gaze directed toward a distant lake, her white garments outshining the snow, her eyes reflecting the shimmer of the lake and landscape.
Without turning back, she merely parted her lips:
"How goes it at the Privy Council?"
