"Minister song, is there any news from the supervisor?" Emperor Yongxing took a step forward and asked.
He stared at Song Qing with hope in his eyes.
In comparison, Song Qing was like a stray dog. His face was pale and he had dark circles under his eyes.
"Your Majesty, teacher Jian Zheng, His Majesty has fallen ..."
Emperor Yongxing sat on the big chair as if his bones had been pulled out.
After a while, he stood up in a flustered manner and pointed at Song Qing. He roared, "
"Nonsense. Song Qing, do you know what you are saying? The director is your teacher, how dare you curse him?"
He stood up and waved his sleeves with all his might, roaring, "
"In Da Feng, who is his opponent? tell me, who is his opponent?"
Song Qing said with a wooden expression, "