After hearing this, Xue Qinghe had yet to speak, but the ministers were already filled with righteous indignation.
Yet soon, each of them began beating their chests in grief. "Your Majesty, why would you do this...?"
"That's right. His Highness the Crown Prince is a pillar of the nation. How could Your Majesty fail to distinguish right from wrong...?"
"This humble official believes that some villain must have been whispering slander..."
Xue Qinghe then put on a bitter expression. "Father... What crime has your son committed to deserve this?!"
Then, egged on by the ministers, Xue Qinghe quickly entered the imperial palace with them.
Along the way, every minister wore a murderous expression, glaring at everyone as if they owed them several hundred coins.
Inside the imperial palace, in the bedchamber.
While Xue Ye was still wondering whether that guard had managed to deliver the Belt Edict, the ministers arrived with Xue Qinghe in tow.
They simply stood there glaring at Xue Ye without saying a word, as though waiting for him to offer an explanation himself.
Xue Ye was somewhat bewildered. "My ministers, why have you come here today...?"
One of the ministers quickly stepped forward, looking at him with disappointment. "Your Majesty! You are confused..."
With that, he flicked his sleeve and left Xue Ye with only a desolate back.
Xue Ye was even more confused. "Chief Minister, you..."
"Oh, Your Majesty, my Majesty!" At that moment, another minister stepped forward, likewise gazing at him with a face full of disappointment.
That appearance clearly conveyed a hatred for iron that refused to become steel.
Once there was a first, there was a second. After that, the ministers all stepped forward, each looking at Xue Ye with disappointment. Most of them spoke only halfway, leaving the rest for Xue