"Have you ever thought that people who've struggled in the depths of the palace for years, who managed to survive and climb to such a position, have long since become as cunning as foxes? Why would they so easily tell you these things?"
This was what Ji Huan was truly worried about.
She was afraid that Zhen Jili, in his single-minded pursuit of connections, would become a tool in someone else's hands without even realizing it.
"I'm not an idiot. Of course, he told me because he wants me to spread the word, preferably so the General finds out. But it doesn't matter. We're each just getting what we need. The powerful have their games, and we pawns have our own ways of moving."
Zhen Jili patted her head. "Don't you worry about me."
Ji Huan dodged his hand, her brow furrowed slightly.
"Do you really have to do this?"
She wanted to ask, 'Are power, fame, and fortune really that important?'
Zhen Jili answered without a moment's hesitation.
