What he said is not without reason.
The incident with Miss Wei Yingying at the Minister Mansion had just subsided when another wave arose; how could it not incur transferred anger?
Cui Yun said faintly, "You may leave first."
Jiang Zhao withdrew, leaving Cui Yun with no mood to write official documents anymore. He leaned back, closing his eyes in exhaustion, while his clearly defined fingers rubbed the furrowed brow.
Ji Qing saw this and was about to throw a piece of calming incense into the burner.
"No need."
Cui Yun spoke out.
He slowly stood up, straightened his official clothes, and said, "I'm going to the Imperial Palace."
"Understood."
Ji Qing hurriedly prepared the horses.
Upon Cui Yun's arrival, the sounds of porcelain crashing to the floor emanated from the imperial study, accompanied by Emperor He's roar.
"Incompetents!"
Cui Yun's eyes flashed, but he had already guessed that Emperor He was cursing Zou Wei, the Minister of the Ministry of Justice.
