“Well, Shuiying, let’s just let this matter go.”

"Look, there was a fire in Sijifang, and so many people died. As the commander of Fengdiaofang, you are not a good official. You are not a qualified commander of Fengdiaofang. So, what do you have?

Qualifications, to accuse me of not being a qualified emperor?"

Yinyuan put his hands on his belly and asked Shuiying very firmly.

 Lu Qian’s eyes were shining brightly. He stared at Yinyuan with wide eyes and almost clapped his hands. What an energetic question!

Yinyuan and Yu Changle were condescending, their eyes scanning the faces of the courtiers who had been summoned.

 The two of them saw the wonder and admiration on Lu Qian's face at the same time, and couldn't help but smile at the same time.

Shuiying's body swayed. He looked at Yinyuan, who had a delicate expression on his face, and fell to his knees with a 'gudong' sound: "I'm scared... I'm guilty... I'm..."

Yinyuan waved his hand hurriedly: "Don't play the trick of begging for bones, I don't recognize it... If you want to beg for bones, I will have a headache in the end. Your teachers and commanders, in the same year, have to beat gongs at the gate of Jiuquyuan.

Playing drums and banging your head against the archway, why bother?"

“As ministers, you receive a salary from me every month. If you are soft-spoken, please don’t make it too difficult for me, the emperor.”
Chapter completed!