"...How much did those council members get from Shen Yiguan to work so hard singing his praises..."
"...Just because Shen Yiguan follows Elder Ma, and Elder Ma oversees personnel selection, who would dare not give Shen Yiguan face? Maybe Old Yang's still straining to curry favor with him, hoping to get sent down to serve as a Prefectural Assistant..."
"..."
The room was abuzz with whispered transmissions. There was no shortage of people nursing sour envy, but once Vice Dean Yang finished speaking, no one voiced an objection. Instead, quite a few applauded in agreement.
Xu Yi sighed. He was feeling sorry to see all the lively excitement go to waste when a figure suddenly rushed in, dropped to his knees with a thud, and cried, "My lord, you have to give me justice..."
It was a brocade-robed, jade-belted middle-aged man. He lay prostrate on the ground, sobbing miserably.
"Enough! Get out!"
A square-faced, sparse-browed middle-aged man shot to his feet and barked.
To everyone's surprise, it was Shen Yiguan who had risen.
From the way everyone had looked toward him earlier, Xu Yi had already identified Shen Yiguan.
The brocade-robed middle-aged man jumped, stopped sobbing, and wailed with his neck stiffly craned, "My lord, I've failed you. I've failed you! Our Cuidie Peak has been destroyed, destroyed!"
"What!"
Shen Yiguan's sparse brows shot up, and a fierce aura instantly flooded the room.
His astonishing presence made Xu Yi reassess him. No one who hadn't held high office for long could command such an imposing air.
"Who did it? What gall! Who dares to run riot on the Staff Department's turf?"
Vice Dean Yang roared.
The council members all joined in, denouncing the culprits in righteous anger. Whether they were genuinely outraged or simply rushing to ingratiate themselves with the