[From what you're saying, it sounds like he really could have succeeded. So why didn't he?]
Jiang Nuan asked in confusion.
[He could have, but your Imperial Father was seriously ill during that period. His hands were nothing but skin and bones. Zhuang Zhenghao took one look, found them utterly unappealing, and abandoned the idea of collecting them.]
He even had the nerve to turn up his nose?
Hearing this, Jiang Yunsheng laughed in fury. He looked down at Zhuang Zhenghao, making no attempt to hide the murderous intent in his eyes.
[Oh, I see. I don't know whether to call my Imperial Father lucky or unlucky. If he was lucky, someone like that had set his sights on him. If he was unlucky, the man changed his mind in the end. Otherwise, after my Imperial Father died of illness, he wouldn't even have had an intact corpse!]
[This Zhuang Zhenghao is despicable. Once court ends, I'll gather evidence and send it anonymously to the Court of Judicial Review so he can be brought to justice!]
Jiang Nuan clenched her fists.
"What rubbish have you all written? If you submit more useless drivel like this to waste my time, you can forget about keeping your posts!"
Jiang Yunsheng was already irritated by the memorials before him, all filled with empty words asking after his well-being. Combined with the absurd revelations in Jiang Nuan's thoughts, they sent his anger soaring.
He found a pretext to vent some of his fury.
Who told them to walk straight into the line of fire?
[*My Imperial Father actually lost his temper that badly. But it's understandable. These days, plenty of officials have nothing to report, so they submit memorials asking whether he's eaten, whether he's slept, or saying the weather is nice today. If