Then he thought of the recent memorials impeaching the Song Family Brothers. Fortunately for her, Song Yunzhao's father held an unimportant post. Her uncle, however, was not so lucky. The Salt Transporting and Supervision Bureau was a contentious place, and countless people were desperate to get in.
Feng Yi's gaze sharpened. 'I've been ruling personally for five years, yet these old fools still think they can manipulate me. Heh.'
Meng Jiuchang and Zhang Maoquan watched, stunned, as His Majesty stared blankly into space. The two instinctively exchanged a look before quickly looking away from each other.
The Director of the Sleeping Bureau grew anxious, his hand holding the tray starting to tremble. He could only grit his teeth and endure.
"Your Majesty..." Meng Jiuchang began softly.
Feng Yi snapped out of his daze. His gaze fell upon Song Yunzhao's tooth card, and he pointed at it.
