Hearing Wufu's comfort, Ah Jiu forced out a smile and lightly patted her hand.
"Seriously, listen to me. He's from Eagle Hall, and he keeps talking about upholding some so‑called last injunctions. Who knows if he's planning to set up a puppet emperor and then sit behind the scenes as the all‑powerful minister under one man and above ten thousand?" Wufu snorted coldly.
"No." Ah Jiu shook his head and said, "I feel he wasn't joking. I myself also feel something is wrong, I just don't dare let my thoughts go in that direction."
Wufu cried out, "Ah Jiu."
Ah Jiu's face was dark as he said, "In the past I already felt that Imperial Brother was overly concerned about Royal Mother. That kind of concern wasn't the pure, simple fondness of a son for his mother. Now I understand—it basically was…"
"Ah Jiu, things aren't clear yet, you can't make rash judgments." Wufu frowned.
But Ah Jiu looked at her. "What if it really is true?"
Wufu fell silent.
