Yun Huang's expression remained indifferent. He saw nothing remotely shocking about what he had just said. Lowering his gaze, he swept a glance over those below him and asked evenly, "What? Has Great Zhou become incapable of even presenting a few memorials all these years?"
At those words, several senior officials of the Ministry of Rites nearly dropped straight to their knees.
The Zhou Emperor finally spoke. "Your Majesty has only just arrived in the Divine Capital. Reviewing these immediately would be far too taxing. Why not have a drink and rest a while first? I will then have someone compile an overview of the reports from recent years..."
"Present them." Yun Huang raised his eyes, his golden gaze cold.
The Zhou Emperor's fingers abruptly clenched inside his sleeve.
Yun Qing looked perfectly dignified and composed. Discreetly resting one hand on the Little Radiant Chick in his arms, he glanced at the Zhou Emperor's face, which still maintained its imperial dignity, and inexplicably felt a flicker of sympathy.
Tsk. Of all the people you could have provoked.
Seeing the situation turn ugly, Ji Chen immediately stepped forward and cupped his hands. "Your Majesty, all the memorials have been archived at the Ministry of Rites. It is just that..."
He paused, weighing his words at lightning speed. "This Night Banquet was intended to welcome you after your journey, so they were not brought into the hall beforehand. If Your Majesty wishes to review them, I will send someone to fetch them at once."
Yun Huang rested his chin on his hand and gave another indifferent, single-word reply. "Go."
"Yes."
Ji Chen accepted the order with remarkable efficiency. The moment he turned around, he realized a layer of cold sweat had broken out across his back.
Seeing this, the minister of the