A month later, in the City Lord Mansion of Linshi City in Heaven Dou's Northern Border, inside a council hall.
A refined young man sat at the head of the hall, elegantly sipping a cup of tea.
Below him, more than a dozen people, some clad in armor and others in brocade, argued noisily like they were in a marketplace.
Looking at this scene, no different from any other day, the young man at the head of the hall appeared to be drinking tea, but inwardly he could no longer suppress his irritation.
Just like Xiaoshuang said, they're a bunch of vermin. They argue every day over such trifling benefits. With this time, the disaster relief work would have long been finished.
I really want to take off this crown prince's skin and slaughter every last one of them.
As usual, once they seemed to feel they had argued enough, the dozen or so vermin below pushed forward a potbellied old man.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, there are simply too many disaster victims. We have done our best."
Still the same routine, only with someone else saying it.
It was always that they had done their best, that they had already given away all their family wealth, that there were too many disaster victims.
The young man at the head of the hall—the crown prince, or rather, the fake crown prince, Qian Renxue—had already risen from her seat, anger beginning to appear on her face.
Seeing that the crown prince was about to lose her temper, the dozen or so vermin below skillfully bent at the waist and lowered their heads, waiting to be berated.
It was only a few curses. After all, she could not really do anything to nobles like them, dukes and marquises.
Qian Renxue also