Chapter 136 Submission to the Emperor

"Scoundrels!"

The filigree jade cup was hurled fiercely against the pillar, shattering into a chain of crisp sounds, and a stain of tea seeped into the warm, soft carpet. In the deep hall, only the rough, angry panting of the old man resonated as maids in green dresses knelt and served, silent as statues.

Still in his official robes, Li Du's angry face was hairy and disheveled like an old cat. He flopped down onto the couch, with the tea on the table beside him spilled and the cup overturned—scattered by the flurry of his sleeve.

Even though the political winds at court had changed, Li Du had never felt anything akin to a total collapse in defeat.

He still firmly held multiple government offices in his grasp, and although Yuan Zhao had inserted some bothersome nails in several key positions, the name Li Du was still that of the Prime Minister of Great Tang, and would continue to be so for at least two more years.