"How dare you!"
With an angry rebuke, Prime Minister Wen Gang slapped the table and rose. "Thunder and rain, all are heaven's grace. How can you harbor such resentment?"
That rebuke made the several powerful auras tightly locked onto Ye Zhen tense up.
Yet Ye Zhen, the person involved, did not change expression in the face of Prime Minister Wen Gang's furious reprimand. He even wore a smile.
Seeing Ye Zhen remain unmoved after his outburst, a flash of astonishment passed through Prime Minister Wen Gang's eyes. He slowly sat back down, and his tone softened somewhat.
"Marshal Ye, never mention such treasonous words again! Today, I shall pretend I heard nothing and pursue the matter no further.
"You should also set aside your resentment and wholeheartedly guard a region for Great Zhou!"
At that, Ye Zhen sighed. "Prime Minister, there is no point in fobbing me off with such stock phrases.
"If I cannot find a way out even here with you, then I, Ye Zhen, am truly at the end of the road. I can only turn to Prince Li and ask him for help.
"As for after I leave, the North Sea Devil Race and Water Clan will no longer have the slightest thing to do with me, Ye Zhen."
Prime Minister Wen Gang's expression turned ugly in an instant, and he waved his hand again.
Then, of the powerful auras that had just been locked onto Ye Zhen, only one remained. All the others vanished without a trace.
The corner of Ye Zhen's mouth lifted slightly. He understood that this prime minister was finally willing to address the matter with him head-on.
Prime Minister Wen Gang's face darkened. Slowly sipping his tea, he spoke slowly.
"Marshal Ye, first, take that set of threats of yours elsewhere.