From the standpoint, although Princess Wen Zhu's maternal family was in Yu Country, there was no reason for her to deliberately sabotage the Western Regions Mission—and with such crude means.
When things couldn't be deduced logically, they could only be attributed to luck.
And then, as Princess Wen Zhu expanded on this topic, she began to frequently praise Mr. Lin. The more Xu Zhenguan listened, the more uneasy she felt, and she cautiously furrowed her brow:
"Aunt, what are you trying to say?"
Princess Wen Zhu showed an aunt's smile: "I mean nothing else, I just feel that such a talent shouldn't be buried."
Xu Zhenguan nodded and replied,
"I will find this person. The court is in need of talent, and if he's truly as my aunt described, he should indeed be put to good use."
Princess Wen Zhu's smile grew ambiguous,
"Aunt's meaning is, since you've used Zhao Douan, then Lin Ke..."
Xu Zhenguan's countenance turned frosty, almost instantly growing cold, and she said faintly,
