Gu Wenheng hadn't expected to see results so quickly.
He handed the letter in his hand to Jin Qianqian. "How long has Brother Zhou been in Shangjing? He's getting more and more tactful."
Jin Qianqian replied, "...With so many sly old foxes in Shangjing, he couldn't play dumb even if he wanted to.
"Bai Jinglie is quite bold. Did he think we would just swallow our anger even if we knew he was playing dirty tricks behind our backs?
"Look at what he's done. For this little bit of silver, he's even lost the Emperor's trust.
"I wonder if he regrets it right now."
Far away in Shangjing, Bai Jinglie was consumed by bitter regret.
"He just didn't expect things to change so fast," Gu Wenheng said, pointing at the contents of the letter. "He originally thought that since we are so far away, even if we asked about it, he could just say there was a mistake or blame it on his subordinates' incompetence, and the matter would be glossed over.
