.5 - They want who? 

"They plan on sending that brat to Shangwei!?"

The servant girl hastily nodded, "This servant dare not lie to My lord. I overheard His majesty and His grace talking about it."

The minister's nostrils flared in rage, fist clenched. "He wants to send that brat? I knew his insistence for an alliance was too out of character. He wanted to strengthen his own standing by marrying a foreign prince."

The servant girl dug her head closer to the ground. She was scared for her life and felt like a traitor for exposing the sweetest girl she'd met, but news like this kept her family alive. I'm sorry My lady, but I need to survive.

The minister looked at the servant girl and tossed her a bag of silver, "Good job, now get going." The servant girl rushed to her feet and ran away with the silver.

"As if taking the Prime Minister title wasn't enough for him, he wants foreign power. Over my dead body, he would!" The minister had been harbouring this debt for a long time now; he hated Prime Minister Han with such a burning passion. Everything he lost was due to Prime Minister Han's existence. His job, status, worth; everything disappeared because of a love-struck brat who had no reason to enter politics. "Fine. This is how you want to play? I'll help you get rid of that little burden."

The minister reached into his sleeve and pulled out a green token, a wicked gleam in his eyes, "I guess I need to see someone."