"The annals are clear, the pen as sharp as a knife! Your Majesty abandons the nation today, and tomorrow in the historical records, it will surely be...a name cursed for eternity! How can we...how can we serve such a king, what face can we have to stand between heaven and earth?"
"....."
Voices of cursing echoed through the grand hall.
Perhaps it was due to a sense of loyalty, or perhaps due to the feeling of abandonment, or because Li Longji has already left.
These people, without any scruples, started to vent their dissatisfaction right inside the Imperial Palace.
Li Heng kept kneeling in the hall, silently weeping.
He did not intervene in the ministers' angry shouts, his entire face somewhat pale, seemingly torn between difficult choices.
The air in the hall seemed frozen, with heavy breathing clearly audible.
After a brief release, the ministers looked at each other, seeing nothing but a gray dead silence and overwhelming fear in each other's eyes.
Nobody wanted to die.
