By the riverside.
Seeing Zhao Douan agree so readily, a look of anticipation appeared in the lively eyes of Xu Zhenguan with her typically pale complexion.
"Your Majesty, since that's the case, your subject shall take your leave."
Zhao Douan looked eager to rub his hands together, as if he couldn't wait to go through fire and water for the Empress.
Yet, he didn't move an inch.
Xu Zhenguan glanced at him and said teasingly,
"Are you willing to leave without hearing about the disposition of that aunt of mine?"
Zhao Douan laughed heartily,
"Your subject simply doesn't wish to see Your Majesty and the Grand Princess harming your kinship."
It was ridiculous. Marquis Xiajiang had been thrown into the dungeon, one foot already on the autumn execution ground, and yet Princess Yunyang hadn't been embroiled in any mud.
Xu Zhenguan fell silent for a moment and then said,