Meng Qianqian couldn't think of any good ideas for the moment and could only mull it over slowly.
The first step to overthrow the Prime Minister had already been completed. The self-proclaimed number one pillar of Great Zhou was now locked away in the Ministry of Justice Prison.
Though not formally convicted, there was no escaping the guilt.
In this regard, the Governor Mansion still held the upper hand.
It takes more than one chilly day for three feet of ice to form; the Prime Minister's decades of planning wouldn't collapse overnight.
But that's fine. She was patient.
Every time he played a trump card, she would rip it up. Eventually, there'd be none left in his hand—he wouldn't survive this.
Meng Qianqian went to see Bao Shu.
The little one wasn't wall-facing in repentance anymore. Most likely, she was back to sleeping again.
Meng Qianqian headed to the main room and, sure enough, the little one was snoring away on the stepping bed.