When Li Chen walked out of Vorontsova's palace in a leisurely manner, the stars already filled the night sky outside.
He was not yet fully satisfied, but he figured that Matvei must have been waiting for quite a long time over there.
Sure enough, just as he returned to the vicinity of his temporary quarters in the Sacred Palace, he saw Matvei pacing back and forth anxiously outside the hall like an ant on a hot pan.
This puppet emperor seemed to have only this omnipotent master to rely on within the massive Sacred Palace nowadays.
The moment he caught sight of Li Chen's figure, Matvei trotted up to him immediately, bowed respectfully, and spoke with a cautious and probing tone: "Master, you have returned! Your disciple has waited for you for a long time, and I wonder where you went just now?"
His slightly rash question precisely exposed his true status within this court.
He could not even grasp the specific whereabouts of the Witch Ancestor who held the title of Imperial Tutor within the Imperial Harem, and the weakness of his influence was evident.
Li Chen did not answer directly, instead pacing into the hall in a leisurely manner. After sitting down, he asked unhurriedly in turn: "Disciple, how did you feel about the Morning Court today?"
At the mere mention of the Morning Court, Matvei collapsed instantly like a punctured balloon. His face filled with grievance and helplessness as he began to pour out his bitter complaints:
"Master, don't bring it up. Those ministers are respectful on the surface but disobedient in secret. The opinions put forward by Your Son-no, by your disciple-are either perfunctorily brushed aside or refuted by citing classics, and truly no one listens at all.
Even the approval of memorials is mostly done