After all these years, the name Gu Wenheng was once again brought up in conversation, and ironically, his current predicament mirrored Bai Jinglie's exact situation from back then.
He wondered what kind of decision the Holy Emperor would make this time.
Bai Jinglie played out various possibilities in his mind, leaning more toward the likelihood that Gu Wenheng would observe the mourning period as customary.
As for what would happen in three years... Bai Jinglie sneered inwardly. No matter how well the Holy Emperor hid his declining health, everyone in Shangjing knew that he only had a year or two left. When the new emperor ascended the throne, he would naturally appoint his own trusted aides. Even if Gu Wenheng was exceptionally capable, no one would willingly hand over power they had already grasped.
"At least I still have the title of Marquis Wu'an," Bai Jinglie thought. "But what about Gu Wenheng? Oh, how the tables have turned!"
