"Your Highness, they have gone too far..." Lin Yu clasped his fists, fighting the injustice, but hesitated to speak.
Zhao Wujiang smiled calmly:
"Lin Yu, when you are doing things, you must have a pattern and be calm."
Lin Yu took a deep breath:
"That's what His Highness taught you."
Zhao Wujiang walked towards the banquet hall with a calm voice.
He had encountered too many such things before when he was in the Great Xia Dynasty.
At that time, he did not have such a level of cultivation, nor did he know his identity as a demon god. He could settle many things with just his strategy and his sharp tongue.
These scenes now mean nothing to him.
When the two of them entered the banquet hall, the laughter and laughter immediately stopped.
Almost all of the guests present were courtiers from the prince's faction or relatives of the royal family.
They just glanced at Ji Bochang, with different expressions. There were fears, struggles, complexities, and disdain in their eyes...
No one greeted me.
It seemed that it had been agreed long ago that not being polite would be very embarrassing for Ji Bo.
Zhao Wujiang didn't care and walked straight towards the crown prince Ji Boying.
Lin Yu followed His Highness half a step behind, his eyes not squinting and his brows furrowed.
Zhao Wujiang looked at the seats on both sides of the main seat and saw that they were all full. It was obvious that they were deliberately making things difficult for him.
He smiled lightly, took the gift box from Lin Yu's hand, threw it on the prince's desk, and then strode to the seat next to the prince.
He kicked away the Minister of Rites who was sitting next to the prince, and sat down cross-legged calmly.
The Minister of Rites spilled wine all over his body. Outside, he must have been frightened. But now in the Prince's Mansion, he was confident and even more fierce. He stood up, pointed at the fourth prince with trembling fingers, and wanted to punish him with words and writings.
"ah!"
With a "bang" sound, the outstretched finger of the Minister of Rites was suddenly broken. Lin Yu squeezed the hand of the Minister of Rites tightly, and blood was flowing in his hand.
The Minister of Rites turned pale in pain, and his breath had been locked by Lin Yu.
"I'm going to commit the crime below, how brave I am!"
Some of the guests present angrily criticized Lin Yu.
"That's right. I'm so brave to commit the following crime." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and looked around at the guests:
"As the Minister of Rites, when I see that my king is not polite, and I sit in a seat where I should not be sitting, I am even more disrespectful, and I point my finger at my king.
Deserve punishment! "
As soon as the words "Zhao Wujiang deserved punishment" came out, Lin Yu suddenly shattered the right arm of the Minister of Rites. Even though the Minister of Rites had some cultivation, he couldn't use it. What's more, among the people here, Lin Yu's cultivation was already at the forefront, and he was not at all. The Minister of Rites can resist.
The Minister of Rites was lying on the ground, his face bloodless.
The six ministers of the Immortal Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty were in positions of high authority, among which the Ministry of Rites was the most powerful. Therefore, the Minister of Rites sat next to the prince, and on the other side was Duke Yang Guogong.
The Duke, as the fourth prince, was not agitated, and Yang Bingen didn't say anything, just drank lightly.
As for the Minister of Rites, Zhao Wujiang could completely touch him. What's more, the Minister of Rites thought that he could live in peace with the help of the prince and many colleagues. His words and actions were disrespectful, and Zhao Wujiang directly caught him.
The guests present all stared angrily, and the many jokes turned into fear.
Zhao Wujiang took care of himself and poured himself a glass of wine using a new wine glass. He looked at Ji Boying and said with a smile:
"Brother Imperial, this Minister of Rites is in charge of the Ministry of Rites, but he doesn't follow the etiquette rules. He did this blatantly at the banquet in the Eastern Palace of the Imperial Brother. He simply doesn't take the Imperial Brother seriously!
What does the emperor think should be done? "
"Pull it off!" Ji Boying looked deeply at his fourth brother with a smile on his face, raised his glass in toast, and then drank the wine in one gulp.
Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly and drank the wine. Not far away from him, the Minister of Rites was dragged out of the hall like a dog to death by the palace attendants in the East Palace.
"See His Highness King Yin."
"See His Royal Highness King Yin..."
"..."
The guests in the hall looked a little stiff and raised their glasses to the fourth prince.
The prince took the initiative to raise his glass, and those of the prince's faction had to raise their glasses to the fourth prince regardless of their unwillingness.
Zhao Wujiang's expression was calm and relaxed from beginning to end. Lin Yu lowered his eyebrows and nodded, respectfully standing behind him.
