Ever since the Emperor decided to establish the Night Owl Guard, the political winds at court had begun to shift.
Now, Prince Wu Zhang held all the power, and the Emperor remained in a coma. If this continued, the throne would inevitably fall into Prince Wu Zhang's hands.
To the uninformed, it seemed as though Prince Wu Zhang's luck had finally turned.
But Bian Ziming had a nagging feeling that these events were more like the result of someone's long-premeditated plan.
Hua Manman's silence was a tacit admission to his guess.
Bian Ziming lowered his voice and asked.
"Should I have someone deliver this letter from the Empress Dowager to Prince Zhao now?"
Hua Manman replied, "Let's wait a little longer."
Bian Ziming was confused. He didn't know what the Princess Consort was waiting for.
Hua Manman reminded him, "You should prepare more provisions and weapons recently, just in case."
Although he didn't know what the Princess Consort was planning, Bian Ziming still nodded.
