A hint of ice touched Luo Tedan's smile.
"Weren't you the one who challenged for the position of Chief Mage and forced Ai Meng to step down back then?"
Perhaps it was because of the stored Cold Moon, but the temperature in the great hall seemed to drop by several degrees.
Jie Zhu opened and closed his mouth, unable to speak.
In the end, he could only lower his head. "Yes… I understand."
"Haha, Jie Zhu, no need to wallow in self-pity. Lu Cang has become the Chief Mage, but that doesn't mean you have nowhere to go. When the time comes, you will simply assist Lu Cangqing. As for your treatment and so on, it certainly won't be poor."
Lu Cang quietly watched the exchange between the Monarch and his minister from the side.
'Sigh… This is what I hate most—this whole song and dance for fame and fortune. Power struggles, backstabbing, endless intrigue… I have no interest in any of it.'
'It also makes you a target for jealousy and attracts all sorts of pointless animosity.'
