“There’s been some unrest in the capital lately. There’s been talks of placing one of Emperor Hou Jun’s two sons on the throne. I heard from one of the Zhou Clan’s members who lives in the capital that the aristocracy is split down the middle between the two.”
Wu Jian already knew all of this. He and Hou Jingshu still exchanged letters, and she told him everything, including her complaints about her two older brothers.
“Hou Chāo recently declared that he would take over for his father despite being the younger one,” Wu Jian added.
“I’m not surprised you already know this. Did Hou Jingshu tell you?” asked Zhou Lihua.
He shrugged and smiled. “Of course.”
“I thought as much.” Zhou Lihua went silent as they stepped arching bridge. The sound of a babbling brook filled the momentary silence
