The summer in the capital was so long that Qi Yuyuan could only remember the summer solstice in the 24th year of Zhaohui.
The emperor promoted her to the cabinet and became the youngest cabinet minister since the beginning of the Cong Dynasty. She was very prosperous.
In the same year, Song Min was demoted again and again for being too clean, until the day he was demoted to prison.
With the dim lights in the prison, he raised his head and looked at the melancholy woman in front of him.
"Yu Yuan, you know how to be a minister better than I do, but you may not know how to be an official."
"Your ambition to govern the world actually only accounts for three-thirds, and the remaining seven-tenths are your desire for power and balance."
"I often wonder, if we weren't political enemies, what would we be?"
Qi Yuyuan leaned down, and the rich fragrance of black kite filled the room. She softly uttered two words by Song Min's earlobe.
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Summer in the capital is always rainy, and the lotus leaves in the pond are full of moisture and rot throughout the season.
Just when Qi Yuyuan was impeached by hundreds of officials and criticized by thousands of people, Song Min, who had always had political disagreements with Qi Yuyuan, burned an entire room of memorials.
Just for the words that Yuan Yuan softly and ambiguously whispered in his ear on that hot summer night——
"Husband?"
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Intention: Knowing that I have sinned against myself, it is only the Spring and Autumn period.
