"What on earth do you mean, Lord Zhang?"
"Just let the common people suffer a little more."
"Lord Zhang!"
Lord Liu, who had just been placated, shouted angrily:
"Do not forget where you come from; you were once one of those countless commoners. The restless spirits of our predecessors in these official positions are watching us."
"No wonder Lord Liu is only a fourth-rank official, such indecision will never lead to great achievements."
"To sacrifice a small part to protect the majority is what we as officials should do. What does it matter if we bear infamy and lose our heads? Even if the Emperor returns, I would do the same."
Lord Zhang said as he flicked his sleeve, paused, then added another sentence.
"I trust the Emperor would understand our actions."
"Enough! You all have to agree to this matter, whether you want to or not."
A sinister voice sounded.
It was a green-eyed, sharp-faced fellow, with a cold temperament; this was a serpent-shaped True Spirit.
