Outside Fengxi Palace, the wind and snow were blowing.
Zhang Biwu led more than a dozen courtiers to kneel in the snow, letting the wind and snow blow, and the cold wind did not move at all.
Su Jinpa stood at the palace gate and watched them. For the second time since her wedding day, she felt the invisible power of these courtiers and the cruelty of political confrontation.
It seems that there is no sword and no blood, but the confrontation between each other cannot tolerate any mistakes. If one party loses, the whole game is lost, and sometimes it is more serious than losing one's life.
Today, Su Jinpa only knows that no matter what happens, Zhang Biwu will never let Zhang Biwu step into the Fengxi Palace.
This is definitely not just a question of whether to see Zhao Qinglan or not, but a question of the authority of the East Palace and the Harem when facing courtiers like Zhang Biwu.
Now that Li Chen is not here, the majesty of the East Palace that he has worked so hard to build rests entirely on himself. If he compromises, it will really bring Li Chen's face to shame.
In the political arena, face is sometimes something that must be fought for, because face represents authority, how many people fear you, and how many people dare to disobey what you say or order you give, that is power.
Eyes falling on Zhang Biwu, Su Jinpa said indifferently: "Master Zhang, I didn't know you had the courage to force me into the palace."
When Zhang Biwu heard these words, he felt guilty for some reason.
He soon realized, because apart from the difference between the female voice and the male voice, the tone, word choice, attitude, and dignity of this sentence were exactly the same as Li Chen's.
An idea even came to Zhang Biwu's mind. The person in front of him today was Su Jinpa, so he had the courage. But if the prince came in person, would he still dare to come?
Before this idea could be answered, Zhang Biwu forcibly abandoned it.
It's meaningless and it damages our military morale.
"The humble minister is bold, but this is by no means forcing him into the palace."
"Instead of forcing you into the palace, how dare you force your way into Fengxi Palace?"
Su Jinpa shouted sharply. Although she was a woman with a delicate body, she burst out with a majesty that made people dare not look directly at her. She stood there in a lavender palace dress. The background was the magnificent and simple palace with a rich historical atmosphere and imperial power.
Ouchi makes him look like the supreme being in the world.
The heavy snowfall could not damage her magnanimity at all, but it seemed that even the wind and snow between heaven and earth were afraid of her.
"Wei Chen..."
Zhang Biwu just said two words when he was interrupted by Su Jinpa.
"Although you didn't go in, I and the Queen both said that no outsiders would be seen in the Fengxi Palace today. Not only did you not leave, but you even led the group of people to kneel at the entrance of the palace with great fanfare. How is this different from forcing the palace!?"
"Zhang Biwu, I want to ask you, if I don't let you enter the gate of Fengxi Palace today, will you kneel and die here!?"
After saying these words, neither Su Jinpa nor Zhang Biwu had any way out.
Zhang Biwu did not answer, but took action instead.
He knelt there and remained silent.
Obviously, there is no compromise.
Su Jinpa stared at Zhang Biwu and said coldly: "Very good, then Lord Zhang, please kneel down!"
After saying this, Su Jinpa turned around and returned to Fengxi Palace.
As her lavender figure disappeared into the palace, the palace door slammed shut, and the sword-wielding guards still guarded the palace door loyally, not letting anyone get close.
Chapter completed!