"Why?" Pang Tang was perplexed.
Zhou Lan's lips slightly curled, "Because the waters of the Capital City are deeper than you and I could imagine!"
Whether the waters of the Capital City would be turbulent does not depend on whether there will be upheaval at the court, but on whether the cornerstone deep beneath the waters can suppress the waves.
Most people think the court is the foundation of Da Rong, but Zhou Lan knows that the court is merely the façade of Da Rong.
Be it the court or Imperial City, no matter how tumultuous the surface waters are, as long as the cornerstone deep below remains steadfast, the Capital City will not descend into chaos.
Clearly, Zhou Lan knows far more than Pang Tang when it comes to understanding the depth of the court.
Inside the carriage behind them, Zhang Mingzhong was also looking towards the departing convoy, a faint smile on his lips, without a hint of worry.
