"Is that really the case?" Inside the private room, two friends changed color, realizing the thorny nature of the problem.
At the start, when Feng Ju framed Li Yanfu, anyone with keen eyes could sense something was amiss.
With a bit more investigation, it wasn't difficult to guess Zhao Douan's role in it all—as the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.
However, the officials had instinctively thought this was just another minor skirmish between the Empress and the Prime Minister, and everyone saw through it without saying anything.
It wasn't surprising that Marquis Xiajiang had found out.
But no one had expected an issue long thought settled to be dug up again.
"Why would this happen? Could it be that Zhao Douan has offended Marquis Xiajiang?"
The slightly plump scholar wondered,
"I've not heard of any interaction between the two."
The middle-aged man with the headscarf said in a deep voice,
