Whenever Zhao Wu and the Zheng family's father and son are mentioned, along with the border army's defeat years ago, the Grand Empress Dowager Zheng's anger feels as if doused by a bucket of icy water.
It chills her from head to heart.
Isn't it just striking her where it hurts?
The Grand Empress Dowager Zheng's expression stiffened for a moment, forcing herself to lower her stance, her voice softened: "Without conclusive evidence, how can one be convicted merely based on speculation?"
"It might just be a coincidence that Zhao Wu was with the Yu State Army. Zheng Chen fleeing there might also be mere chance."
Jiang Shaohua wore a face of helplessness: "When Grandmother speaks such words, of course, I believe them. But can the entire court of civil and military officials believe it? Can mere coincidence silence widespread doubts?"
The Grand Empress Dowager Zheng was at a loss for words for a moment, her tone becoming even more conciliatory: "You are the Emperor,"
