Lin Ke's words left every official in the hall speechless.
Rebellion?
What kind of nonsense was that?
It was far too much of a stretch!
But everyone knew that Lin Ke's argument was nothing more than hot air.
And they were powerless against that hot air.
Because sometimes, when a superior wanted to bring down a subordinate, there were countless excuses to choose from. He could casually find a whole pile of them.
Stepping through the door with your left foot first, picking up meat with your first bite, holding your wine cup higher than the person opposite you...
In short, if someone wanted to find fault, he could find it no matter what you did.
Seeing no way out, Lord Kang gritted his teeth and snapped at a thin young official, "Lord Lin has spoken! Why haven't you fetched paper and brushes yet?! Are you all fat rats?!"
Lord Kang played a little trick: rather than mentioning the accounts, he told someone to fetch writing materials.
"Send the paper and brushes to wherever you store your archives," Lin Ke said. "Lord Kang, sorry for the trouble, but please lead the way."
Lord Kang knew from this that Lin Ke would not let the matter rest today. He could only put on a frightened, anxious expression and lead the way.
Lin Ke followed with an easy expression, his hands clasped behind his back and a smile on his face.
Before long, they arrived at a storeroom.
A plump old man stood waiting there, traces of freshly wiped saliva still lingering at the corners of his mouth.
He appeared to be the storeroom keeper, who had just been woken from his nap by the people hurrying over.
"My lord..." The old man's face was wreathed in smiles as he rubbed his