Pei Jue was silent.
Everyone outside said he could cover the sky with one hand, but only the two of them knew how could there be someone in the world who could cover the sky with one hand?
No matter how high the position, one must still weigh the interests of all parties and cannot escape being restrained.
Unless one truly didn't care and wanted to topple the flag bearing the word "Jin".
Feng Yun could tell that Pei Jue did not wish to do that.
At least for now, he had no such ambition.
With the Young Emperor in the palm of his hand, why would he push himself into the storm's eye?
Feng Yun saw him staring silently; not wanting his well-meant suggestion to go to waste after a moment's thought, inspiration struck.
"The King's proposal actually reminded me of a method."
Pei Jue knew she had many ingenious ideas, his lips curving at once.
"Let's hear it."