Mingshu's words had just landed.
A hush fell over the crowd, faces awash with complexity, and the atmosphere plunged into a brief silence.
What Mingshu had said was not a lie, not everyone was an ingrate.
To be frank, although the Emperor's temperament and actions were criticized, he had not mistreated the common people and had even achieved some notable deeds.
Seeing the crowd subdued, Bai Shuixin's heart surged with rage.
Her icy gaze fixed on Mingshu, nails digging deep into her palm, a cold smile playing on her lips.
Quite the silver tongue she had.
But then again, it was not a surprise; she had seen it before, had she not?
Remembering how this woman had embarrassed her in front of the sect leader, Bai Shuixin nearly crushed a silver tooth in anger!
Daring to spoil her plans, she would settle both new and old scores today!
Perfect, she had walked right into the trap!
