He didn't finish his remaining words, but Si Chu had already guessed the unspoken meaning behind them, a layer of frost seemingly covering his eyes and eyebrows.
Mingshu hadn't expected this underlying reason, her lips parted slightly, but in the end, the words did not leave her mouth.
The imperial court had not failed to distribute the Disaster Relief Silver; however, that silver had ended up in whose pockets? Skimmed off layer by layer, how much was left?
Nobody knew.
"Ouch, damn it!"
The silence was broken, and a cry of surprise successfully captured everyone's attention.
One saw Helan Lian lying on the ground in a most ungraceful pose.
Beside him, herbs scattered across the floor revealed what had just happened.
The crowd's expressions remained silent: "..."
You really have a talent for falling over even on flat ground.
