The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

To be honest, she really didn't want Song Wenqin to sit in that seat.

After all, that position carries too much pressure and responsibility, and she knows that it is by no means an easy task.

Being an emperor must be so hard. You have to be busy all day and exhausted.

They have to go to court early and go to bed late, handle government affairs, and deal with the game between various forces.

And what’s even more frightening is that once he gains power, will he become someone she doesn’t recognize at all?

Will they become cold, cruel, or even lose their original humanity?

These thoughts lingered in her mind like a shadow, unable to be shaken off.

But in the current situation, it is better to trust Song Wenqin than to pin hopes on people like Murong Xi or Murong Xue.

At least he still has conscience and emotions in his heart.

Now in the palace, the old emperor is terminally ill and unable to speak.

His pale face and weak arms made everyone who saw him feel distressed.

Because the crown prince had not yet been chosen, who would succeed the old emperor once he died became a huge mystery, and a tense atmosphere permeated the entire palace.

The entire court was suddenly in a panic, and everyone had their own plans.

The prime ministers planned how to gain an advantageous position in the future political situation, the generals thought about how to consolidate the support of the army, and the ladies in the palace were even more scheming, hoping to secure their own interests through various means.

Officials in the court were also secretly competing with each other, and each of them was like a big catfish breaking into a school of fish, causing chaos.

Some formed cliques and factions, trying to increase their strength through alliances; some fought openly and secretly, making small moves in secret; and some attacked directly, fighting for their own interests at all costs.

However, Jiang Fengzhi, the chief steward of the Qingyi Sect, has always maintained a neutral attitude.

He knew very well that in this situation, any decision could lead to unpredictable consequences.

Even though the emperor was unconscious and unable to speak, Jiang Fengzhi still went into the palace every day and waited outside the bedroom for orders.

He always paid attention to the emperor's condition and fulfilled his duties.

It was raining that day, and Jiang Fengzhi stood under the eaves, staring at the high wall in a daze.

The raindrops fell on his shoulders, soaking his clothes, but he seemed not to care.

The scenery before him was blurry and gloomy, just like his mood at the moment.

"Master General."

Jiang Fengzhi turned around and saw the face of Deputy General Manager Qi Yuan.

There was a hint of concern in Qi Yuan's eyes, as if he could see into his heart.

"Are you here too?"

Jiang Fengzhi glanced at Qi Yuan casually, then looked into the distance.

The imperial palace in the distance looked particularly deep and gloomy in the rain, as if foreshadowing an unknown fate.

A smile suddenly bloomed under Qi Yuan's narrow eyes, and the dull atmosphere between the two of them eased a little.

Qi Yuan is always optimistic and cheerful, and can easily diffuse the tense atmosphere around him.

"Ha, Mr. Steward, why don't you leave on this rainy day?"

Jiang Fengzhi did not respond, but his body swayed slightly.

He closed his eyes and felt the scent of the rain.

Then he sighed deeply and asked as if talking to himself, "What happened before, was it you and His Majesty?"

This was half a question, and half as if he already knew the answer.

Jiang Fengzhi has many unsolved mysteries in his heart, and at this moment, he also longs to find the answers.

Qi Yuan smiled awkwardly, with a barely perceptible bitterness in his smile.

"Governor, now that His Majesty can neither hear nor speak, do those past events still matter?"

His tone revealed helplessness and pleading, as if he hoped to put the past behind him.

Jiang Fengzhi seemed not to hear these words, but just looked into the distance with a somewhat lonely look, as if he saw some unknown distant time and space through the scenery in front of him. His voice was still calm, as if he was telling something to the air.

"Everyone around me has proven their innocence over the years, but you haven't."

The words were a clear and pointed accusation, but they did not directly express anger or disappointment. Instead, they were just a light statement of facts, yet they made people feel endless pressure.

"I remember that year you came to my house and saw a woman's back when you passed by the garden."

Having said this, his eyes softened slightly, as if he had returned to the scene in his memory, that sunny afternoon, when everything was so peaceful and beautiful.

"At that time, you were full of praise and didn't want to leave for a long time..." Recalling the scene at that time, Jiang Fengzhi's voice was full of emotion and reluctance, but these emotions were soon suppressed. He stopped talking, as if everything no longer needed words to describe.

Qi Yuan's smile gradually disappeared, and his already thin face became even paler. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks, and it was obvious that he was reminded of memories that he didn't want to face.

"...Yes, I never imagined back then that you would be so bold as to hide the princess of an enemy country in your home."

When he said this, his tone was filled with a mixture of amazement, envy and even jealousy, revealing his complex psychological activities.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Jiang Fengzhi's originally calm face. This smile did not make people feel happy, but instead had an indescribable taste in it, as if it was a self-mockery of the past or some kind of irony of the present.

"But then you thought of it and reported it to His Majesty."

His tone was calm but filled with unconcealable disappointment, which was as chilling as if one had been betrayed by one's most trusted friend.

Qi Yuan sighed, as if explaining, or seeking the other party's understanding.

"Who made His Majesty always obsessed with that lady? Governor General, you said that the Qingyi Sect is here to share His Majesty's worries and serve as his sharp weapon."

He tried hard to defend himself, and at the same time hoped that Jiang Fengzhi could understand his position and forgive the choices he had made.

Jiang Fengzhi suddenly turned his head, looking directly at the other person with his deep eyes. After a moment, a hint of admiration flashed in those eyes.

"You've learned well. All these years of my teaching have not been in vain."

Although it appears to be a compliment on the surface, the hidden meaning behind it is far more than that. It is more of an acknowledgement of the complex relationship between each other.

Qi Yuan's mouth corners twitched slightly, revealing a sly and slightly complacent smile, as if he was a good student who had been praised by his teacher, but beneath this smile lay an indescribable emotion.

"Indeed, when the new emperor ascends the throne, it will be time for me to repay the Governor-General's kindness."

These words were as firm as an oath, revealing the speaker's unshakable determination.

The determination in his tone was like a sharp blade, cutting through the silence around him.

A clear and powerful laugh pierced the air. The laughter was cold and resolute, like an invisible sword, drawing a sharp mark in the air and cutting through the quiet night around it.

This laughter not only sends chills down one's spine, but also conveys the speaker's pride and satisfaction.