Shen Qing couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.
She couldn't even be bothered to debate with these old fossils about how ability, not gender, should be what matters.
Sima Rui looked helplessly from Shen Qing to Grandmaster Qian and Grand Tutor Zhao, wanting to speak but not daring to.
A palpable chill emanated from Yu Jiuqing, who stood beside Shen Qing. She shot him a look, telling him not to interfere, before the corner of her mouth lifted in a cold smirk. "Grandmaster Qian, I'm not sure who gave you the wrong impression."
Grandmaster Qian snorted. "Are you suggesting that it's my delusion that other court officials don't want to work with you? Mrs. Shen, you don't strike me as someone so obtuse. Do I need to personally count for you just how many impeachment memorials the Imperial Censorate received against you back then...?"
"Grandmaster Qian, you don't strike me as someone with such poor comprehension skills, either."
