The room fell into a moment of silence.
Only the crimson charcoal in the copper basin on the carpet flickered and dimmed.
Zhao Douan leaned back on the bed, and couldn't help but lightly pinch the space between his eyebrows, chuckling bitterly,
"If it's really as you say, then Your Majesty's trip to the Divine Dragon Temple would indeed have done exactly what Da Jing and the Western Regions Ancestral Court desired."
As he said this, a thought struck him:
If Zhenbao had already seen through all this, yet still chose to seek trouble so overtly… If it was just to vent on his own behalf and assert the court's authority, there was actually no need for such an approach.
Xu Zhenguan sat on a round stool, her phoenix eyes glancing at him with a slight smile,
"While that may be true, how is this not in the interest of the court?"
Zhao Douan blinked his large eyes, "Your Majesty, are you saying…"
