"It's really exasperating!"
Han Zhao thought silently to himself, "If you don't want to be the head of Dali Temple, then you should become a storyteller!"
The story was full of ups and downs, making one's heart tremble with suspense.
At this point, Emperor Yue, instead of being anxious, was calmer. He glanced over the different expressions of the ministers in the grand hall and said, "Let's all make a guess, if your guess is good, in the future you can follow Official Liu to be the head of Dali Temple!"
Surprisingly, the usually severe Emperor Yue even had time to joke around at a time like this.
For some reason, far from feeling relaxed, everyone felt a sense of foreboding, as if a storm was brewing.
Wei Jin too felt guilty, as if the Emperor's words were directed specifically at him.
They were full of deep meaning.
He swallowed hard and, after much contemplation, still didn't speak.
