Ao Jiarong gradually sank into confusion.
Ever since Her Highness the Little Princess had appeared at court, it seemed a new cult had sprung up among the officials.
A certain group of ministers always looked dazed when their colleagues spoke, then cycled through a series of expressions, their initial anticipation gradually turning into excitement, fury, or any number of other emotions.
They shared another trait: their eyes kept drifting toward the Golden Terrace.
The look in Ao Jiarong's eyes grew increasingly grave.
Could it be...
Had Emperor Mingze devised some secret signals for them?
Had he been left out?!
Ao Jiarong glanced suspiciously left and right, but received no response.
The cultists were all holding their breath, waiting for that heavenly inner voice.
Jiang Yingcheng's almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the small, translucent panel before her, brimming with amazement.
[This Lord Ao is quite a talent!]
The ministers looked disdainful.
Although court officials generally disliked members of the Censorate and inevitably judged them with some bias, Ao Jiarong was objectionable by any objective standard.
Unlike Bi Honglang, who wanted to offer his opinion on everything, Ao Jiarong specifically chose trivial matters that seemed perfectly ordinary to everyone else for his impeachments. Every time he spoke, people felt an urge to pry his skull open and see what was inside.
And that made him a talent?
Up on the Golden Terrace, Jiang Yingcheng knew nothing of their thoughts. Her head remained lowered as she immersed herself in the explosive gossip she had uncovered.
[How is this any different from being kept by a woman from a brothel?!!] In her shock, her inner voice rose considerably without her noticing.
The ministers sucked in a sharp breath.
So that was the sort of talent she meant!!
That was a talent they could appreciate!!