Rumble, rumble.
Song Zhiyuan leaned against the wall of the carriage, listening to the sound of the wheels grating on the bluestone bricks. The sandalwood prayer beads in his hand were turned very slowly. In his mind, there flashed the words passed on by a small eunuch before he left the palace.
The Emperor has developed some suspicion regarding the relationship between the Old Madam and Commandery Princess Dongyang, but Steward Zhou spoke on their behalf.
Song Zhiyuan exhaled and rubbed the tip of his brow.
It's true that he is in a high position, but the Emperor's wariness also increased.
Is this something indispensable for those in power?
Fortunately, even if the Emperor becomes suspicious, the Song Family can withstand investigation.
The carriage slowly came to a stop, and Jiang Fula spoke at the door, lifted the curtain, and set down the footstool.
