After serving as a member of the court for so long, Zhang Zitong had seen all kinds of officials. Many of them clearly didn’t do much, and yet always bragged about themselves so others would think they did a lot. It was none other than those kinds of people who did very well in the court, and whenever there were promotions, they had a higher chance of being promoted than others.

Golden Token Eleven appeared to be investigating a lot, but they were all things that other people had already investigated, and he hadn’t found out anything new. It was just repeated labor. Thus, Zhang Zitong assumed he was precisely that kind of person, and she was naturally dissatisfied.

Still, he was an Embroidered Envoy. Now that Sir Seven had died, if something serious happened, there would be no one left to protect her. She wasn’t so stupid as to show her true...