Wei Qinglou kept his head down as he poured tea, pretending not to hear his question, and focused intently on observing the wisps of green smoke rising from the teacup.

However, even though he didn't say anything, Jiang Shaoxing remained seated. In the end, it was Wei Qinglou who, feeling too lazy to waste time with him, finally spoke up and said, "Why does Young Master Jiang care about this?"

“No wonder Ayu always says you’re still young,” he said, stabbing him in the heart with a knife. “Don’t you know that when you’re in front of someone of higher rank and power than you, if you have something to ask, you have to state your purpose?”

Jiang Shaoxing sneered: "Why do you think I asked this? How many years have you been in the court? How many years have you been an official? Are you so confident that you can put Chang Beiqiu in an abyss of no return? Today I can tell you clearly that the depth of his schemes is far beyond your imagination."

"Stop now, it's not too late."

Wei Qinglou raised his eyes and smiled lightly: "Is that so? I once returned a poem to Grand Tutor Chang. Why don't I recite it to Young Master Jiang again today?"

"The new eagle, full of meat, hunts idly; the old sword, now adorned with new clothes, is too lazy to sharpen. A hundred battles have yielded no results, and I grow old; I envy those who crossed the Yellow River in their youth."

“When I was investigating Hu Wangzu’s case, I spread the news that Hu Wangzu was dead. Grand Tutor Chang thought that I was a newcomer and not yet fully capable, so he sent me two lines of poetry: ‘Please take the new sword from its sheath and try to kill this Xue Mantian.’”

"But now that times have changed, it's clear whether the new sword is hard to use or the old sword is still useful."

After calmly finishing his statement, he added, "Young Master Jiang, I always believe in the saying, 'What's done is done.' Since I've dared to do it, there's no reason for me to stop."