turing him, not even a god can escape.But at that moment, Li Chen paused."Very well, this palace will go there myself."Sambao thought Li Chen didn't actually need to go there in person, especially to...Chapter 1666: Politics, Far Darker Than Imagined
Su Jinpa had no way of knowing if these had already been taken into consideration by Zhao Xuanji.
She even suspected that Zhao Xuanji and the Empress were secretly colluding, deliberately creating the current situation.
This thought sent a shiver down Su Jinpa's spine.
If that were really the case, then Li Chen's painstakingly cultivated Donggong faction would truly become a piece of meat on Zhao Xuanji and the Empress' chopping board, to be slaughtered at their whim.
Su Jinpa suddenly truly felt the naiveté of her own.
Self-proclaimed intelligence and wit, in this intricate political chessboard where every move has far-reaching consequences, proved utterly naive. Unknowingly, they were led around by Zhao Xuanji's nose.
What's terrifying is that no one in the entire East Palace faction, from top to bottom, sensed this.
At that realization, Su Jinpan's perception of Zhao Xuanji shifted dramatically. He became both more enigmatic and terrifying in her eyes.
She refocused her gaze, looking deeply into Bianguan Yue's eyes, and said, "Your words have indeed reminded this palace of many things."
At the border, Yue heaved large, ragged breaths. Despite not having engaged in strenuous exercise, his mood swings had left him profoundly exhausted.
Closing his eyes, he said in a lifeless tone: "Princess Consort, politics is not so simple. Countless hearts and interests are all within grasp. That kind of terrifying calculation can't be escaped."
"The official has long known that the Crown Princess was talented and beautiful even before her marriage, but she is only suitable for pursuing poetry and books in the inner court. Politics is a dirty game, and the Crown Princess should not involve herself."
Bian Guan Yue struggled to her feet, proactively offering her hands to the Imperial Guards. She calmly stated, "I have finished what I had to say. Please leave my fate in the hands of the Crown Princess."
Su Jinpa waved her hand and said, "Take it down and do as I just said."
The Imperial Forest Army bowed to Su Jinping and his party, then took down the border moon.
Although Yue's words at the border benefited Su Jinpa greatly, Su Jinpa had no intention of letting Yue off easily.
And Yue at the border seemed to have anticipated this, letting out a wry smile and saying nothing more.
A last stand is futile, it's better to leave with dignity.
After Bian Guan Yue was taken away, Su Jinpa swept his gaze and saw a Dali Temple official trembling and kneeling there.
"Who are you" Su Jinping asked.
Qian Kangtai was so scared that he stammered, "Reporting to the Crown Princess, this humble official... Qian Kangtai is the Minister of Dali Temple."
Su Jinpa looked at Liu Sichun.
Liu Sichun bowed to Su Jinpa and the others, then said: "This Master Qian was originally going to take this young woman to Dali Temple."
Bootlicker.
Su Jinpa understood.
But Su Jinpa no longer had the energy to deal with these small fry. She said coldly, "You saw everything that happened, didn't you The Dali Temple Minister has already met his end. You should take care of yourself."
After saying that, Su Jinpa dismissed Qian Kangtai.
Having made up his mind to die, Qian Kangtai never expected to survive. Immediately filled with gratitude, he bowed and exited Liu's residence.
Out here, the crowd is still bustling, and the streets are incredibly lively.
Qian Kangtai looked up and glanced at the gate of Liu's mansion. Although it had only been half an hour since he arrived, his mood when he came was completely different from his current one.
Thinking about everything that had just happened, Qian Kangtai suddenly let out a deep sigh.
He had already decided, he would write his resignation letter as soon as he got back. This official position... he didn't dare to continue anymore.
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