Let’s start with Mr. Gu. One day, he will be looked at with new eyes and will put away his ridiculous superiority and arrogance.
Thinking of this, she spoke slowly, "Master Gu is truly an upright gentleman, always abiding by the rules and regulations. He is truly admirable. The phrase 'each content with his place' is truly well-speaking. I heard that Master Gu became famous at a young age, but because of Prime Minister Xue's suppression, he was never prominent in the court. Now it seems that Master Gu is content with his lot."
If everyone stayed in their place, Gu Zheng would continue to be buried in the Hanlin Academy and would not be able to make a breakthrough for at least twenty years.
It is such an overbearing rule that you only need to break the rules yourself and suppress others.
Even though Gu Zheng was a man of great cunning, his expression changed slightly, but he quickly said frankly, "Of course. Prime Minister Xue was trying to hone me, and I am deeply grateful. Without Prime Minister Xue, I wouldn't be where I am today."
He Qing found that compared to him, he still had a lot to learn.
The first rule is not to let other people’s words sway your own thoughts. Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, you must hold on at the moment, otherwise you will lose.
Secondly, he didn't understand the affairs of the court. Gu Zheng could even take on the entire court alone. There was no chance of winning an argument with him. If he wanted to suppress him, he had to find a topic that he was good at but he didn't understand.
A topic that Gu Zheng didn’t understand... He Qing’s mind instantly flashed with the five words he had used to express pity for Gu Zheng: the limitations of the times.
Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and a leaf fluttered between the two of them. Affected by the air currents created by the carriage, it swirled in the air. He Qing immediately pointed at the leaf and asked, "Master Gu, have you seen that leaf?"
"Hmm?" The topic jumped too quickly and Gu Zheng could hardly keep up.
He Qing was very pleased with this reaction and asked with a smile, "Look at things suspended in the air. Whether they are as light as a leaf or a feather, or as heavy as a stone, they will eventually fall to the ground. Why is that?"
Gu Zheng: ???
He didn't even bother to hide it, nor was he afraid that she would find out, because he didn't think there would be any serious consequences if she knew.
That's a condescending attitude.
Although her status was more noble than anyone else's, everyone knew that she was just an empty shell and could only be manipulated by others. Therefore, no one respected her, no one valued her, and no one took her seriously.
Ever since he was reborn and became a monk in the Wending Palace with the permission of the Empress Dowager, He Qing had not faced such gazes for a long time.
She thought she had forgotten, but it turned out she hadn't. Just a similar look could pierce her heart and make her feel like she was back in the old days. She thought she didn't hate him, but it turned out she just suppressed the surging hatred in her heart, thinking that if she didn't think about it, she could pretend it didn't exist.
But that was the mark left on her by eighteen years of palace life. How could it be removed so easily?
He Qing bit her lip hard to avoid showing any abnormality in front of Gu Zheng. However, her hands, enclosed in the wide sleeves, were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, using the slight sting to resist the strange feeling in her heart.
"Master Gu is quite right." Only after he was sure that he would not reveal any clues did He Qing slowly put on a smile, picked up the tea on the table and drank it all. Then he nodded slightly and stood up. "Thank you for your hospitality today, Master Gu. Farewell."
Then she left the yard without looking back.
Gu Zheng walked two steps forward and watched her leave. He turned around to look at the tea set on the table, sneered, and turned to go into the house.
It was not until he turned out of the alley, walked around most of the street, and returned to his carriage, with the curtains lowered so that no one could see his expression and movements, that He Qing gradually came back to his senses from the state of forced suppression.
She hammered the car wall hard, but instead of venting her anger, it made her hand hurt.
He Qing held her fingers to her lips and blew a breath. An inexplicable feeling of grievance welled up in her eyes, quickly soaking them. She raised her head slightly, trying not to burst into tears.
Don't cry, if you cry you lose.
To divert her attention, He Qing began to reflect on what Gu Zheng had just said. There must have been something else in his words, but she simply hadn't grasped it. Was that slight contempt directed at her, not only at her stupidity, but also at her?
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