"Mr. Yuan praises me too highly."
Inside the flower hall, Zhao Douan heard this evaluation and was pleasantly shocked, "It's all due to luck."
The leader of the "Clean Stream Faction" who held sole control of the Imperial Court of Supervision shook his head:
"Fate, you say? It wasn't luck."
Beneath his seemingly calm face was an irresistible surprise and admiration.
Were Zhao Douan's achievements really just a matter of luck?
At first glance, to deal with Vice Minister Pei, there happened to be some dirt on Wulang presented on a platter, an overly convenient coincidence.
But upon closer reflection, had it not been for Zhao Douan spending a year tarnishing his reputation to be truly accepted by the circle of the dissolute,
how could he have had the chance to encounter Pei Wulang?
To be trusted by the other party?
He laid the groundwork for more than a year before he obtained what appeared to be an easily acquired hold over the man. Could this really be attributed to luck?
