Chapter 502: Please Help, Mr. Advisor

plum blossoms. Snowflakes fall upon the branches of the winter plums, and amidst the white expanse, the pale pink hues of the plums stand out as particularly elegant and refined.Walking in the garden....The assassin wouldn't kill me, nor Zhao Xuanji, but he would kill you. Because right now, the only two things that could completely upend the East Palace and the Cabinet are: first, the Emperor's dem...