"Long time no see."
Outside the north gate of Hu Ting, Zhao Douan, escorted by Tang Ping, rode ahead of the group, dismounted, casually tossed aside the reins, and first nodded towards Xue Shence with a smile:
"Minister Xue."
Then he turned his head and met Mo Zhaorong's gaze. Since their parting at Taicang Prefecture on the western front, considerable time had passed, and upon meeting again, this "rival in love" had changed significantly.
Not only had her appearance become more worn, but her aura had transformed even more. If Zhao Douan had to describe her in one word, it would probably be "polished".
Yes, although Mo Chou was known as the "female prime minister", that reputation was superficial, merely a metaphor by the courtiers and commoners for her proximity to the Empress, rather than a testament to any true political acumen possessed by Mo Chou, who had grown up in the deep palace and rarely stepped out of the Capital.
