Disaster Relief Department

In the imperial court.

"Bastards, every last one of you!"

As Xiao Jue suddenly rose from the throne, the civil and military officials standing in the great hall all shuddered.

They kept their heads bowed. Every so often, someone would struggle to raise their eyes and glance toward Xiao Jue atop the steps.

Then they would quickly lower their gaze again.

Nearly four years had passed since His Majesty ascended the throne.

This was the first time the court officials had ever seen Xiao Jue fly into such a rage.

"These beasts always act so loyal, but when the nation faces disaster, every one of them runs faster than the next!"

Xiao Jue paced back and forth on the steps of the great hall, his gaze sweeping repeatedly over the assembled officials.

"Your Majesty, please calm down..."

The white-haired old man at the very front of the officials hurriedly spoke up to urge him.

He was Pang Baishan, a veteran of three reigns, and the current Prime Minister of Great Yan.

Highly respected and leader of Great Yan's civil officials, Pang Baishan was also one of the few people at court who knew Jia Wen's true background.

Now Chen Yan knew it too.

All along, Pang Baishan's greatest fear had been that Jia Wen's ambition would grow, throwing the court into chaos and leaving the people destitute.

What he didn't know was that Jia Wen's life these days was far happier than being emperor.

"Calm down my ass!"

Xiao Jue continued to rage. He turned his gaze away from Pang Baishan and toward someone nearby.

"Minister Jia!"

"Here."

Jia Wen, whom Xiao Jue had called, stepped forward out of the officials' ranks. He bowed toward Xiao Jue and answered.

"Since those beasts won't respond to gentle treatment, then let them