Inside the Prime Minister's residence, the night was deep, and the lamplight grew dim.
Zhang Juyang paced with heavy steps, his face ashen, as if dark clouds hung over him, causing the very air around him to solidify. The servants and family members, witnessing this, all trembled, inwardly guessing who could possibly have provoked the Prime Minister—a man who held the entire court in his grip—into such a rage.
"Smash!"
Chapter 67