"So... should I also go to Western Jin afterward?"
"Yes."
Consort Dong let out a relieved sigh.
The warm fragrance lingered in the hall, yet the atmosphere remained tense.
Consort Dong stood aside with her head bowed, feeling a faint unease. Empress An's words, "He will go to Western Jin," were said too confidently, as if everything was within her grasp.
But from where does this control come?
The affairs of All Heavens Gods and Buddhas, she dared not dwell on.
Empress An did not elaborate, as if it was a trivial matter. Her gaze lingered over the piles of documents for a moment, but ultimately did not pick up any memo or secret report. Instead, she reached out, hooking her fingertip and picked up a stitched booklet from a corner of inconspicuous books on the desk.
Consort Dong glanced up; the booklet's cover was plain with no extra patterns, but she vaguely guessed what it was.
