Within the council hall of the Prince of Qin's Manor in Cangshui City, Zhu Wushi, Bai Yi, Chen Gong, Wang Hanying, and a host of military and civil officials were present.
However, Zhu Wushi's expression was rather unpleasant at this moment. Cangshui had only just stabilized, and today should have been spent discussing its future development. How had the matter ended up being about him?
Rumors were one thing; Zhu Wushi had never cared much for them. But dragging him into it was one thing, while implicating his own prince and calling His Highness bloodthirsty, cruel, lecherous, and immoral was more than Zhu Wushi could suppress.
"Your Highness, that is roughly the situation."
After finishing his report, Chen Gong quietly stood where he was.
After hearing Chen Gong's report, Chu Xuanao did not feel much about it. People spoke differently, and that could not be changed. Different hearts naturally held different opinions.
That was perfectly normal, of course, provided those were truly people's own thoughts and words.
But something that spread everywhere in an instant, used sharp language, had a clear target, deliberately stirred public outrage, and only intensified with time was obviously being pushed from behind the scenes. And it was aimed at me again.
"Was he really scared to death?"
What Chu Xuanao found interesting was not the person behind the public outcry, but rather the man Zhu Wushi had supposedly frightened to death. He had merely called out a name, and the man had dropped dead where he stood?
Chen Gong did not answer. Instead, he turned to Zhu Wushi, his meaning obvious: you were involved, so you explain it.
In an instant, Chu Xuanao, Bai Yi, Wang Hanying, and everyone else's gazes turned toward Zhu Wushi.
Zhu Wushi rose to his feet and nodded helplessly, confirming