The Grand Court Assembly on the eleventh ended hastily when Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long vomited blood and fainted on the spot.
As for Ye Zhen, who had angered Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long into vomiting blood and passing out right there, even the censors in charge of court discipline could do nothing about him.
What Ye Zhen had shared with everyone was a victory report. By the letter of the law, Ye Zhen had done nothing wrong. If there was any fault at all, it was in his final remark about sharing the victory report throughout Luoyi and across every prefecture and commandery of Great Zhou—a veiled threat in his words.
In the end, the censors responsible for court discipline could only give Ye Zhen a verbal warning or two and leave it at that.
After court was dismissed, Ye Zhen paid no heed to the storm of public debate behind him. He bought another jar of aged wine and carried it straight to Grand Priest Bai Xiang's residence.
"Grand Priest, I'm sorry. In the end, I still couldn't stop him. He had his heart set on replacing you! I'm sorry. I dragged you into this matter."
Ye Zhen wore a face full of guilt. He poured himself a bowl of wine, raised it high above his head, then drained it in one gulp.
"My apologies. A bowl of cheap wine can only barely convey my regret. If there is anything Grand Priest needs me to do, please command me. So long as I, Ye Zhen, can do it, I will not utter a second word!"
Grand Priest Bai Xiang stared fixedly at Ye Zhen. "Truly?"
"Truly! Please command me, Grand Priest!" Ye Zhen's expression was utterly sincere.
When Ye Zhen had secretly sent that victory report on the great battle