Machinations in the Capital

In the capital city, within the courtyard of the imperial palace lies the Ice-containing Hall, the resting place of Noble Consort Wan.

"Mother, everything is as follows," Zhu Youji respectfully bowed and recounted the intricacies of recent events to Noble Consort Wan, providing every detail.

Of course, these words merely scratched the surface of the truth.

"Ji'er, did you gain anything from this journey?" Noble Consort Wan casually inquired.

Long before Zhu Youji and the others returned, Noble Consort Wan had already been well-informed of the situation from the Fengman Pavilion.

It was a customary inquiry, not expecting much to be gained.

Little did she anticipate Zhu Youji's response.

"Yes, Mother."

"Hmm?" Noble Consort Wan furrowed her delicate brows, somewhat surprised, as she looked at Zhu Youji, asking, "What have you gained?"