After the Minister of Rites finished speaking, Lu Zhi fell silent for a moment, then said, "Xu Qing, step forward."
"This humble subject dares not. I fear I may breach decorum in the hall," the Minister of Rites said anxiously.
What does this old bitch mean? She was supposed to sit quietly like a clay Buddha. What mischief is she stirring up now? Has she regretted handing back the government affairs?
The next moment, with a pfft, the Minister of Rites felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Looking down, he saw a dagger embedded squarely in his chest.
"Ah!" He toppled backward.
"Minister Xu has been assassinated!" the Vice Minister of the Inner Cabinet beside him cried out.
However, the Grand Secretary immediately covered his mouth and promptly said, "Minister Xu has suffered a stroke. Someone, carry him out at once."
Idiot, didn't you see that the knife came flying from behind the curtain? he signaled to the Second Assistant Minister with his eyes.
I didn't see it, the Second Assistant Minister replied with his eyes.
Never worked in the Ministry of Justice, have you? Look at the direction of the hilt and you'll know where it came from.
The Grand Secretary looked down on him.
The hall fell deathly silent.
So the Empress Dowager was an expert.
Soon, someone carried the Minister of Rites away and wiped the blood from the floor.
Everything was as if nothing had happened.
But from then on, whatever the Empress Dowager said went. Otherwise, one might suffer a stroke.
Discuss anything else after court was dismissed. That was the Grand Secretary's hint to everyone.
Lu Zhi now missed Furball Tuantuan again.
In the past, it had always handled this sort of cleanup.
Sure enough, only after losing something did one learn to