Song Yunzhao was unaware of Meng Jiuchang's little schemes, but even if she had known, she wouldn't have cared.
Anyone who served the Emperor, especially those who had climbed to the rank of General Manager, was full of cunning. Those without a calculating mind would have been trampled down long ago.
For people like that, as long as appearances were kept up and everyone got along, there was no need to make an enemy.
They were drawn by benefits and would depart for the same reason. As long as she remained in favor, Meng Jiuchang wouldn't dare to cross her.
Before dinner, Yun Zhao meticulously sorted the items Consort Shu had sent over. While she couldn't quite decipher the accounting methods used, she could at least group the documents.
When Feng Yi arrived, he saw Yun Zhao fanning herself with a round fan, seemingly lost in thought. Her large, usually lively eyes held a hint of confusion. He couldn't help but stop in his tracks to watch her, finding the sight quite amusing.
