Bai Mu, the most promising official in the capital, opened several teahouses. I never imagined that trouble would come from this.
In the Kowloon court, the young emperor filled the court with anger: "Bai Qing!"
The right minister's beard twitched and he was about to step out of the queue. Suddenly, he was gently stopped by the newly appointed Minister of Civil Affairs behind him. Looking back, Su Qinghan smiled elegantly and indifferently: "Teacher, the Holy One probably didn't call you."
Hearing this, Right Minister Bai Jing trembled even more.
"Bai Mu and Bai Aiqing, there are rumors that you opened a restaurant privately! Could it be that the Tian family's salary cannot support you and your father?"
Far away from the end of the queue, a man slowly walked out. It was Bai Mu, the unworthy only son of the legendary right prime minister Bai Jing's family.
The emperor looked a little impatient, waved his hands and stood up: "Feng Su, you report this matter, and you can handle it by yourself. Retreat from the court."
A man walked out from the line of ministers. The man had a magnificent face and a pair of peach-blossom eyes and a spring-like smile: "I will obey the Holy Majesty's will." The last words were full of smiles, and he dragged him out.
Bai Mu, who has not yet reached the center of the Jinluan Hall, is lowering his eyebrows and gnashing his teeth: Mr. Yan, you and I are irreconcilable.
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