Luoyang, Ziwei Palace, Chief of Staff's Office.
"Damn it!"
Emperor Xiping, furious, slapped the imperial desk, causing the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone to jump on the spot: "The scoundrel dares to deceive Us too much!"
Standing in the hall with their heads hung even lower, Shen Fa and Wei Heng did not dare to make a sound, eyes on their noses, noses on their hearts.
Having vented his anger, Emperor Xiping picked up the letter in front of him; the familiar handwriting of his beloved daughter made the simple words "repay the money" seem fraught with a teasing threat, as if to say, 'If you don't return the money, I might just tear up the ticket, you know!'
The more he looked at it, the angrier he became, and in his impotent rage, he struck the imperial desk with such force that it resounded with "bang, bang": "You dog talent, I must kill you!"
The two in the hall bahisa: 'Hehe...'
