From among the assembled officials, a middle-aged man quickly stepped forward, his expression a mixture of shock and unease.
"I am here!"
It was none other than the current Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Zhao Hanguang.
Shen Yanchuan's expression was detached, a hint of coldness flickering in his eyes. "Is this how you organize a polo match?"
A cold sweat broke out on Zhao Hanguang's back. Though it was the height of summer, his limbs felt like ice.
"I… I don't know how this—"
CRASH!
Xiao Chengxuan violently smashed the teacup in his hand, his face like ice. "How do you people do your jobs?! If the Eldest Princess had been hurt, how many lives would you have to pay for it!"
Zhao Hanguang dropped to his knees with a THUD.
"Second Prince, I have failed in my duty!"
A wave of officials from the Guanglu Temple knelt behind him with a rustle of clothing.
With such a major incident occurring at an imperial banquet, they knew they were in for serious trouble.
