Inside the Taiji Palace, the ministers silently exited the palace, but once they were far from it, they started chattering among themselves.
Some felt that Yang Zhenshan was being reckless, some thought he went too far in his rashness, while others viewed Yang Zhenshan as upright and forthright.
Yang Zhenshan intentionally lagged a few steps behind, falling in behind Zhou Yunsong and Song Yuange.
Zhao Gongqing briskly walked behind Zhou Yunsong, occasionally glancing back at Yang Zhenshan.
Meanwhile, surrounding Song Yuange were a few officials, whispering among themselves, their topic of discussion unknown.
Seeing this, Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a smirk.
"You've really stirred up a hornet's nest this time!" Liang Chu said quietly.
Yang Zhenshan smiled: "What do you think, will there be more complaints against me tomorrow, or against Zhou Yunsong?"
"You can still laugh?" Liang Chu shook his head, somewhat amused.
