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She bowed in salute, and Your Majesty tilted his head slightly, revealing his eyes hidden behind the beaded curtains. The eyes shrouded in black mist dispersed their inky concentration the moment he saw her, and he spread his hand and pointed her toward the mountain-high pile of dossiers on the Dragon Desk, "My beloved official, guess what these are?"

"Did Prime Minister have a move? Did he gather court officials to submit memorials to strip me, this humble student, of my imperial examination honors?" Zhu Bafu had the answer in her heart long ago, yet she could not help her face full of confusion, "Just to deal with me, an Academy Student who hasn't even officially obtained honors, there's no need to mobilize so many court officials, right?" Looking at those stacked dossiers on the desk, it exposed that a great half of the imperial court were minions of the Ministerial Faction.

"To deal with you, of course there's no need." Zhao Huangpu chuckled, picked up a dossier, and tossed it toward Zhu Bafu below the steps. "But to deal with Zhen, it's necessary."

Zhu Bafu caught the dossier with both hands, unfolded it, and frowned as she read. At the end, she raised her head to look at all the dossiers on the Dragon Desk, her eyelashes fluttering lightly, thin sweat unconsciously covering her forehead, "Prime Minister, no, all the Ministerial Faction... claiming illness and not attending court?"

Zhao Huangpu let out a cold laugh, the anger that had accumulated in his chest since the morning court erupting instantly. He raised his foot and kicked over the Dragon Desk, and all the dossiers on the desk scattered all over the ground with a rustle. Ink blocks and inkstones poured over the dossiers, and the Imperial Study instantly became a