"Bastards!"
In the Imperial Study Room of the Great Wei Palace, a Sky Blue Cup worth a hundred gold pieces from a previous dynasty was harshly smashed onto the ground, instantly spilling steaming tea in all directions.
Li Zili's face was ashen, making the atmosphere in the entire room exceedingly oppressive.
"They're all a bunch of parasites, parasites of the nation!"
Since ascending the throne, Li Zili had gradually washed away his rustic charm, and under the flourishing national destiny of Great Wei, his temperament and depth became increasingly profound.
Such loss of composure was rare.
The Imperial Guards kneeling on the ground held their breath, not daring to raise their heads to look at the enraged monarch.
Fortunately, Li Zili did not lose his sanity and vent his anger on them.
He took a deep breath and gestured for the guards to withdraw.
