The next morning, Xie Qianbing's memorial was brought to Jiang Changbai's desk. This wasn't the first time that Jiang Changbai had received a memorial impeaching Lin Yingqing; actually, among the memorials that had piled up on a corner of the imperial study's bookshelf, a good portion of the impeachments were of Lin Yingqing. Sometimes, even Jiang Changbai felt that it was amusing. She didn't know whether, as an official, Lin Yingqing having cultivated this many political opponents was deserved or not. But, in the end, others were others; previously, having seen these sorts of memorials, Jiang Changbai had always viewed these with disdain beneath contempt as political struggles; but, now, even Xie Qianbing had sent a memorial indicating to her that Lin Yingqing's oddness, and Jiang Changbai struggled not to mind it. It was just that she didn't have the time to investigate it; she'd just set down the memorial when Song Juguang pushed the door open and ent...