Inside the imperial study of the royal palace at Cheojin, Meng Tian Jue waved his yellow sleeves, and a large pile of memorial documents fell to the ground. Even the inkstone and pen and ink on the table were not spared.
The black ink splashed everywhere, and the whole The imperial study room was suddenly in a mess.
Commander Yu Lin Wei bowed his head and knelt on the ground, a few drops of ink splashed on his face. His pupils shrank slightly due to this incident, but he remained motionless.
"Where's the treasure map?" Meng Tian Jue stood behind the desk, his cold voice seemed to sound from the depths of hell.
Commander Yu Lin Wei dipped his head even lower. "I haven't found it yet, your majesty."
"You're all trash!" Meng Tian Jue's eyes were splitting fire when he heard the words,
