"Your Majesty, the court officials are already waiting outside the hall!" Li Shangxi came before the Throne and spoke softly.
Chen Zhaojun slowly rose to his feet. Suddenly, he staggered and nearly fell to the floor.
Li Shangxi hurried forward to support him.
"Cough, cough—" Chen Zhaojun began coughing violently, his face flushed a deep red from holding it in.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! What are you standing there for? Hurry and bring water!" Li Shangxi shouted angrily at the young eunuch beside him.
Only after a cup of tea went down his throat did Chen Zhaojun feel much better.
"Help Us into the hall!" Chen Zhaojun's voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Your Majesty, you should put your imperial body first!" Li Shangxi urged.
"Help Us into the hall!" Chen Zhaojun glared at Li Shangxi, his eyes faintly red.
Li Shangxi had no choice but to support him into the hall.
Once he sat upon the Dragon Throne, the hundred officials outside the hall entered to attend audience.
Before the officials had even finished their salute, Chen Zhaojun said hoarsely, "Enough. First, speak of Prince Dai's matter!"
"Your Majesty, this subject impeaches Zhou Lan, Regional Commander of Beiyuan Town, for holding troops to bolster her own weight, fearing the enemy and refusing to advance, idly consuming the Imperial Court's money and grain, yet having not the slightest battle merit!"
"Daizhou City fell, and Prince Dai died. Zhou Lan should bear primary responsibility!"
A censor stepped out and said in a clear voice.
Did the fall of Daizhou City have anything to do with Zhou Lan?
It could not be said that it had nothing to do with her; it could only be said that there was no direct connection at all.
The three great armies of Beiyuan Town, Longbei Town, and