"Why haven’t new tables, chairs, tea sets, and decorations been sent?"
After venting, Hee Qingshan finally cald down and ordered the palace attendants to tidy up the room. The attendants worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning up the room in no ti. However, aside from changing the bedding, no new tables, chairs, tea sets, or decorations were added.
This made the room feel empty, sowhat desolate.
This was the reason Hee Qingshan questioned the attendants; he had an uneasy feeling inside.
"In response to King Ning Shan, Your Majesty said that Yaan Country was established not long ago, and after years of warfare, peace has only recently been restored; the people have just settled down, so one mustn’t indulge in extravagance and waste. King Ning Shan has not been conferred the title of Imperial Husband, nor has he made significant contributions. He is not an Imperial Husband, has no official rank, and the items he receives monthly co from Your Majesty’s private treasury."
"Your Majesty said that King Ning Shan has been irritable lately and enjoys smashing things, so it is better not to place too many items in the room to avoid unnecessary extravagance, setting a bad example for the people."
"When King Ning Shan’s temper stabilizes, no longer throwing fits, and he learns the rules of the palace, new items will be provided to you."
The palace attendant spoke extrely quickly, afraid he would be thrown out before finishing.
After speaking, he instinctively took two steps back, and indeed saw Hee Qingshan’s face contorted in rage, shouting wildly.
"Get out!!"
"Yun Qianyan, you’ve gone too far!"
The reprimanded palace attendant did not linger, and quickly ran off, thinking it was strange that King Ning Shan’s temperant could qualify him as an Imperial Husband. It was still Your Majesty’s wise judgnt not to stubbornly confer him.
Hearing the banging sounds from the room, the palace attendant already calmly walked afar, used to King Ning Shan’s temper tantrums, keeping his distance was best.
"Is he losing his temper again?" Another familiar palace attendant ca over to ask.
"Yes."
"Does he still not see the situation clearly? Things are fine now, but in a few years, when he grows old and loses his appeal, Your Majesty won’t care about him."
"No need to wait for years, what appeal does he have now? Even Your Majesty is indifferent to him now, yet he remains arrogant and self-important. Previously, Your Majesty tolerated him only because he suffered so grievances. Does he truly think he can rely on this to live in power and fortune forever?"
"Even the princes and princesses are unwilling to be close to him."
"He never took the initiative to visit them, always fussing alone, obviously he doesn’t consider the princes and princesses, so it’s not strange they’re not close."
Such discussions were everywhere in the corners of the Imperial Palace.
"Lord State Preceptor, by tomorrow Hee Qingshan’s affairs will spread throughout the Capital City, and sooner or later all of Yaan Country will know of his deanor."
Xun Zihuai heard his subordinate’s report, without raising his head, focused on the dical books in his hands.
His eyebrows gently furrowed, needing to review these dical books thoroughly to avoid being unable to answer if questioned by Your Majesty. Your Majesty progresses too quickly, presumably possessing photographic mory as he does.
His talent in dicine appears even better than his; surpassing him is only a matter of ti.
"Okay, I understand," Xun Zihuai responded, "You may leave."
"Yes."
anwhile, Ling Shishi, who had barely escaped death after receiving fifty lashes, saved by a pill from Xun Zihuai that pulled her back from the Ghost Gate, her room was right next to Hee Qingshan’s.
Since being carried into her room and falling asleep after applying dication, she was soon awakened by the sounds of Hee Qingshan smashing things and shouting next door.
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