Lending a Hand

"Why did I not know about such a big matter?" Ren Baqian placed his hands on his knees and looked calmly at the two men in front of him.

"Your Highness, the news Her Majesty received was directly sent from the Protectorate of the Northeast. It takes us one and a half days for a messenger bird to relay the message," one of the men explained.

"Directly from the Protectorate of the Northeast? Who are you? What are you responsible for? What are you doing? How could you not hear of any rumors regarding such a big matter? Didn't you notice any traces at all? What use are you people? Are you useless?" Ren Baqian's voice grew duller, but his face remained calm. However, his words were relentless, and the sweat on the two people's heads grew heavier.

"Calm down, Your Highness. We have done poorly! Give us another chance and we will thoroughly investigate this matter!" The two didn't dare to argue further.