Inside the Heavenly Patrol Division's government offices, the newly appointed Young Minister of the Ministry of Works, He Tong, was drenched in sweat as he looked at Princess Changle, who sat quietly in the seat of honor in the main hall.
"Your Highness, the Grand Celestial Master truly..."
"Young Minister He, I am here in my capacity as the Ancestral God Hall's special envoy and the Hall Master of Barbarian Spirit Hall to press for an answer regarding official business!" Princess Changle's icy voice made He Tong feel even more trapped.
"If the Heavenly Patrol Division still cannot give me an explanation, then I shall join the Ancestral God Hall's many High Priests in impeaching the Heavenly Patrol Division. Since it is so incompetent, it would be better to replace the Grand Celestial Master!" Princess Changle's voice grew ever colder and sharper.
Young Minister He Tong's predicament was beyond description.
Princess Changle came every day to demand news of Ye Zhen's whereabouts, yet the Heavenly Patrol Division still had no results. His superior, Grand Celestial Master Lu Jian, did not dare show himself and had sent him out to deal with her.
But after putting her off for several days in a row, he had utterly exhausted the princess's patience.
Young Minister He Tong understood that Princess Changle's words were no mere threat.
The Ancestral God Hall had always been an exceptionally special force within Great Zhou. It rarely spoke out in court, but once it did—especially when it spoke as one—it was exceedingly difficult for anyone to stop it.
Now that Princess Changle had spoken thus, Young Minister He Tong did not dare answer. In his extreme anxiety, he kept sneaking glances outside the hall.
In truth, his immediate superior, Grand Celestial Master Lu Jian, was hiding outside.
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