There were also officials angrily criticizing the extravagant waste of holding a hundred-day banquet for someone's family, and the like, countless complaints.
The hall had entered a state of mutual verbal attacks, many officials disregarding dignity, pointing at each other and shouting, red-faced and furious, making it hard to watch.
The Emperor watched coldly but did not open his mouth to stop them.
Xia Qing stood at the front and glanced at the Emperor, finding the Emperor watching below with a faint smile, which made his heart jolt.
He naturally disdained to quarrel with these officials; after all, others were doing the groundwork, so why should he step in?
Moreover, what was his status? Engaging in verbal battles with these people would be unworthy of him.
The Eldest Prince frowned deeply, glancing around with great dissatisfaction. This chaos was comparable to a marketplace.
