Ji Xinhe listened to Ling Feng's report, for a moment entranced, almost thinking that this person was not the Duan Lan she had once known. That aloof and arrogant man, who presently could spend a day and a night kneeling outside the Golden Throne Hall just for an escape route. The man, who was almost inflexible, always straightforward, had begun to be calculating and scheming.
Her face turned a bit stern. She felt that she might have to start getting to know this opponent anew.
"So Duan Lan has resigned?" Ji Xinhe asked.
"If nothing unexpected happens, he's likely to be reinstated soon." Mu Houchu's voice was gloomy, "I have to admit, Duan Lan is now quite aware of the emperor's mind. If he can get out of this incident unscathed, it would indeed showcase his ability."
Xinhe slightly furrowed her brows, apparently worrying, "If he can really dodge this bullet by figuring out the Emperor's intentions, I'm afraid there will be more troubles in the future."