Today, Jiang Su was absent.
Qin Yulong was absent.
Jiang Yuan suddenly felt that his mind and spirit were unusually clear and tranquil.
As for Yuwen Lie—though he was officially part of the court, this man claimed illness and refused to set out on the campaign.
Even though Jiang Yuan knew this man was truly arrogant and rude, he also understood that Yuwen Lie would not appear outside during this period.
Apart from Wei Yiwen, truly no one held enough power to stand in his way.
In the beginning, Jiang Yuan could still pretend to be some kind of sage, managing to humbly deal with the ministers and officials.
But one day, he arrived late, his heart panicked, footsteps hastened somewhat.
In his heart, he thought only one thing:
“Today the Grand Preceptor must certainly chastise me!”
Passing by the palace garden, he witnessed the autumn scenery, the sunshine pouring down.
Suddenly enlightened, he halted his steps and murmured to himself: “Now Jiang Su is not here, Yuwen Lie has shut himself indoors, only that old cur Wei Yiwen dares to speak to me with some criticism.”
“I am the Son of Heaven. How can I, the Son of Heaven, grovel and toil day after day?”
“Such reasoning is utterly impossible!”