Everyone at the banquet thought that their ears would have broken. It would be a misunderstanding for sure. It's late at night, and it's already two o'clock. Why would the Emperor call them to the Parliament?
"What did you say?" The entrepreneur who broke the glass repeated the question again.
"His Majesty invites all members of the Parliament, together to the Parliament House now," the answer was clear.
"SMASH! SMASH!" the sound of broken glass hit the floor until it was the rhythm of the music. He doesn't know how many dozen people broke their glass today.
"This is impossible. Your Majesty has a magic ear or what?" The capitalists of the Parliament were all pale. His voice was filled with fear. They just group a little gossip. His Majesty then summoned them to meet. The story was too coincidental.
"We doom, Your Highness will definitely get a trial against us." Many people are unable to control their minds firmly.
