Luoyang's Ziwei Palace, the Imperial Study.
Emperor Xiping, Zhao Shu, looked at the report that the Eastern Factory had just delivered, silent for a long time.
For him, this report brought one piece of good news and one piece of bad.
The good news was that Huang Jin, whom he had high hopes for, made a big move as soon as he entered the fray, successfully grabbing Yang Erlang's hatred.
The bad news was that Huang Jin had overperformed to such an extent that the hatred overflowed severely. If not handled well, it might affect him, the group leader.
"Is this damned servant really stupid or just pretending to be confused? Can you use such methods against such a stubborn mule?"
Zhao Shu felt a headache so intense it made him furiously incapable of action, imagining the scene of the aforementioned stubborn mule, carrying knives and kicking up a trail of dust as he sprinted towards the capital.
Last time that stubborn mule entered the capital and beat up Shen Fa on the street.
