"The Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country, smuggled gunpowder and manufactured weapons privately. He hanged himself at home out of fear of punishment, and his relatives were exiled to the border as a warning to others."

"To reward meritorious officials, a banquet will be held in the palace tomorrow, with a hundred tables to be distributed to the people, so that the emperor and the people may enjoy themselves together."

This caused a huge uproar in Beijing.

Meanwhile, Jiang Qingwan was having tea with Mo Qingrui and Fu An'an at a teahouse.

Listening to the heated discussion downstairs, Mo Qingrui couldn't help but shake her head.

"The sky over this Great Zhou is getting darker and darker."

Fu An'an giggled and covered her red lips with a handkerchief.

“My dear sister, when did you start worrying about politics?”

Mo Qingrui looked at Jiang Qingwan.

“Jiang Meizi, Qin Minglang was personally escorted back to the capital by my Ninth Uncle. The incident at the city gate caused quite a stir at the time, and now that it has come to this, it is likely to cause a huge uproar in the court.”

Jiang Qingwan smiled as she ate the glistening fruit.

"The sky won't fall down."

Fu An'an nodded and poured her another cup of tea.

“Jiang Meizi is right, the sky won’t fall down.”

Mo Qingrui said urgently, "You don't understand. Although I never concern myself with matters of the court, I am, after all, a few years older than my Ninth Uncle. I have witnessed his journey. His position is truly..."

She didn't know how to express herself for a moment.

Fu An'an was curious.

"The Ninth Prince is a renowned war god of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and also the most beloved youngest son of the Emperor Emeritus. Even the Emperor dotes on him, doesn't he? Moreover, judging from the discussions among the people below, the Ninth Prince deserves the most credit this time. What is there to worry about?"

Mo Qingrui shook her head gently, without offering any further explanation.

The world's understanding is undoubtedly the same as Fu An'an's.

But only those in the royal family truly know.

Under imperial power, there is no kinship.

So-called favoritism is nothing more than a stopgap measure after weighing the pros and cons.

If this expedient measure is no longer needed, how much genuine affection can remain?

Just then, the florist's assistant rushed over.

"Manager, a big order has come in, but we don't dare to make a decision. You should go back quickly."