Thinking about all this, Jiang Ning couldn't help but feel anxious, like needles poking in her back. It seemed as if a sharp sword was hanging above her head, ready to fall at any moment.
Everyone in the Jiang family, old and young, was close to her heart, and she couldn't bear for any of them to be hurt.
"Father, even if you and Uncle both resign from office, isn't there still me at home?" She suddenly thought of this, "I am now the Princess Consort, and if nothing goes wrong, I will be the Empress in the future, and later on... well, you know what I mean."
"You're quite cunning." Jiang Ruobai chuckled, showing no disapproval of his daughter's words, but rather a great deal of indulgence.
When he married his daughter to the Prince of Yu, he had always intended to send her to the very pinnacle of power.
For this purpose, he no longer cared about what would become of the Jiang family in the future.