Zhou Shuren sipped his tea and sighed, "In a few days, the blood-red plum blossoms should bloom."
Wong Ju did not react at first but quickly understood. These past few days, his father had ceaselessly discussed the affairs of the court with him, "It's a pity they're not pleasant to look at."
The metaphor used by Zhou Shuren made him no longer wish to admire the plum blossoms this year.
At the Ministry of Rites, Phang Huai's face was gloomy. The officials from the Phang family clan had been continuously impeached, and it was premeditated. Although the Emperor hadn't made a move yet, he felt anxious. He was so close to the position of Minister of Personnel.
Wu Ming, on the other hand, felt much more relaxed. Since the Phang family had run into trouble, the Ministry of Rites no longer had the time to trouble him. The appetizer alone had already thrown the Phang family into turmoil.