"Your Majesty, I impeach Ye Zhen, Third-Rank Earl of the North Sea and Wind Patrol Envoy of the Western Patrol's Second Route, for exceeding and abusing his authority, wantonly meddling in the conflict of the Marquisate of Tianhou, and causing grievous losses to our Tianming Marquisate—leaving the people devastated and countless dead and wounded. I beg Your Majesty to seek justice for the countless warriors and common folk of our Tianming Marquisate who died in battle!"
Ming Tang had poured every ounce of emotion into those words, his voice filled with
grief and desolation. After speaking, he heavily struck his head against the ground and remained kneeling.
In an instant, Qiankun Hall became so silent that a pin drop could be heard. As the smile on Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long's face slowly faded, an inexplicable chill settled over everyone's hearts.
When an emperor raged, a million corpses lay strewn beneath him.
Qiankun Hall was a world unto itself, and Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long was its direct master. If he wished it, shifts in his mood could manifest within Qiankun Hall like the turning of the seasons.
At this moment, the Benevolent Sovereign was making one attitude clear to all his ministers—he was displeased!
"Hmph, Ming Tang, you dare accuse the meritorious and capable official whom I have just richly rewarded and affirmed. What are your intentions? The meritorious and capable official I recognize has somehow become, in your words, the culprit who plunged the people into misery. Are you saying that I am blind?"
Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long's furious roar exploded through Qiankun Hall like a thunderclap. Ming Tang was so frightened by it that he sprawled flat upon the ground, scarcely daring even to breathe.
In that instant, he was truly afraid.
If Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long truly convicted