Not Her Fault

"Let's go." 

Jiang Ming glanced at Huang Dasheng. 

"I'll take my leave now." Huang Dasheng retreated awkwardly. 

When he left, Huang Dasheng and Zhu Asi brushed past each other. He could not help but take a second look at the other party and was shocked. 

Wasn't this the top prodigy of Zhuyan Palace? It was actually someone close to His Majesty? 

It seemed that he had to invite the former elder of Zhuyan Palace. 

Seeing that Zhu Asi had arrived, Jiang Ming waved his hand to disperse the crowd. 

"Your Majesty," Zhu Asi said after everyone had left. "The prime minister has colluded with many officials. He has also secretly established a gang called Black Hole. They specialize in smuggling silver." 

"Black Hole? Looks like we can't stay idle for the next few days." 

Jiang Ming was deep in thought, and a dark look flashed across his eyes.