The people's fury surged like a raging tide. Fang Bin stood amid the overwhelming condemnation, feeling the world spin as a chill seeped through his entire body.
The power struggles he had taken pride in and the authority he had relied on to survive were shattered to pieces before the popular fury Zhu Zhanjun had stirred up.
He finally understood why Prince Han and Prince Zhao, despite cultivating their influence in the military for years, had never dared to confront this young nephew head-on.
Because this fellow simply never played by the rules!
He could easily incite the people, turn an unfavorable situation around with just a few words, and even slap a hat on your head so enormous that you could never bear it.
Fighting him was simply courting humiliation!
"No... That's not how it is!"
Fang Bin used every ounce of his strength to defend himself hoarsely.
"I... I only wanted to maintain order in the capital. I had absolutely no intention of meddling in Military Power! Don't listen to his nonsense!"
Yet amid the roaring clamor, his voice seemed so pale and powerless.
No one listened to his explanation.
Everyone looked at him with contempt, as though he were a traitor to the nation and a treacherous minister.
"Maintain order?"
Zhu Zhanjun let out a cold laugh and stepped forward, looking down at him from above.
"Minister Fang, when did you, a Minister of War, start moonlighting as the Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture?"
"Or are you saying that the Shuntian Prefecture of my Great Ming is full of useless fools who need you, the Minister of War, to personally teach them how to do their jobs?"
His words not only slapped Fang Bin across the face but also slapped the nearby Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture across the