Wang Yuan is quite the old fox, with a broad backing from the noble families.
If the little Emperor rashly opposes him... tsk tsk!
Feng Shou didn't even want to think about it.
Zhao Gui's expression grew even uglier.
He understood what Master Feng meant; it was simply asking him to not only be a filial, obedient son in front of Empress Dowager He but also to get on good terms with Minister Wang Yuan!
But he is the Emperor!
How could he, how could he be so humble?
Frustration! Resentment!
Zhao Gui, filled with hope for Master Feng's assistance, ended up with such a "brilliant plan" instead!
He clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his discontent deep within.
Unwilling to give up, he tentatively asked, "Sir, what do you think about my desire to form an alliance with Duke Dingguo through marriage?"
Zhao Gui thought he disguised it well.
But the moment he referred to himself as "Zhen," Feng Shou's eyes flickered.
