The rain kept falling. The flowers in the Jingdou gardens had long bloomed, fell, and mixed into the mud.
As for the investigation of the Ministry of Revenue, the Palace was still waiting for a result. This placed a burden on the court officials. They understood clearly that whomever wanted to topple the Ministry of Revenue had to fall first. Without even needing the far away Sir Fan junior to speak out, Sir Fan senior in the capital had showed enough trump cards.
The investigation went back and forth. No one wanted it to fall on them. Who would want that kind of stupid thing? Furthermore, the Crown Prince had already been a stupid example.
In officialdom, the most powerful was the Emperor's words. Second, was the so-called unwritten rules. The Ministry of Revenue was swaying between these two. No matter how much it swayed, it refused to fall.
