"Who wouldn't think so," Mrs. Ning exhaled a long breath, "But now I find it increasingly troublesome. The handwriting on it feels like needlepoints, piercing me, leaving me unsure of what to do."
Jin Zhu looked into her deep eyes, "Why don't we just tell Granny the truth? After all, even General He's son has set his sights on the old master's death, and the He family is quite entangled with the Xu family."
Mrs. Ning frowned tightly, "It's said that the current Empress is compassionate and wise, but having never met them, I dare not assert so.
"And the Pei and Liang families hold such high positions and power, like fire cooking oil. It's completely inadvisable to get involved in such disputes..."
Fu Zhen was pressed against the wall, listening intently to the conversation inside.
She frowned at the night sky, then straightened up slightly, peeking through the crack of the opened window into the room.
