In the evening, while eating, Zhou Shuren mentioned that Zhao Bo had entered the capital and sighed, "Entering the capital has always been his desire."
"It's also the wish of the Zhao family. Logically, he should have entered the capital long ago. When you helped him avoid the salt tax case years ago, you had already considered his future. It's a pity, but even if it's a few years late, he's still made it to the capital."
Zhou Shuren peeled a shrimp. "His future depends on himself now."
Zhulan took the shrimp, enjoying its sweet taste, as she loved shrimp too. "He's already married into the Wang family, so the future is uncertain."
With the Emperor's recent actions, the harem's various factions have quietened down. But that's all—quietened down, still waiting.
Zhou Shuren gestured for the maids to leave. "The snow disaster in the south has ended."
Zhulan asked, "Has the Zhezi reached the capital? Have the losses been calculated?"
