"Right, 'roadshow'—just hearing it, you know it's not a decent name. Mingyuan isn't usually like this; it must be that spooky Wang Family egging him on in the dark." Emperor Longchang snorted coldly. "An embarrassment, he's thrown away all the Royal Family's face. Look at these impeachment memorials, they're piled up to almost fill a whole desk. It's just a big project—couldn't he have brought it up properly in court and let the ministers all discuss it together?"
"Er, Your Majesty…" Old Yao's mouth twitched; with a hint of awkwardness, he gently reminded, "Decades ago, Prince Anjun actually did bring up the Great Desert reclamation project in open court, and ended up getting besieged by all the ministers. Among them, the one who cursed him the fiercest…"
At this point, he opened his mouth, but in the end didn't dare say it out loud.
