"Public welfare? Not rewarding where merit is due and cutting budgets is your definition of public welfare?"
Li Xuan sneered, his eyes filled with disdain, "Speaking of public welfare, how can I not be involved? I must demand justice for my subordinates and give them an explanation."
"Amitabha!" The abbot Weizhen's facial expression was serious as he put his hands together, his gaze coldly said, "This is where you, Marquis of Jingan, have brought it upon yourself. If you didn't rashly involve yourself in the conflict between Meng Wu and Jin, in your capacity as the Liudao Division, to guard that Nankou Pass—"
His voice abruptly stopped, because at this time, not only did Li Xuan's eyes hold a hint of sarcasm, but even Prince Xiang's son, Yu Qiyong, on the side, was also frowning.
Abbot Weizhen knew that this grandson of the royal family of the Jin Dynasty was aligned more with the Jin Dynasty in this matter.
