Taiji Palace was in complete chaos, noisier than a flock of hundreds of quacking ducks.
Not to mention the Emperor, who couldn't stand the clamor and furrowed his brows, even the many courtiers were tight-lipped, teetering on the edge of sheer rage.
Finally, a teacup fell to the floor. The clamorous Taiji Palace instantly fell into dead silence.
Emperor Ruicheng looked at the teacup rolling on the carpet as if by mere accident. Beside him, Da Ban hurriedly stepped forward.
"Oh my, did it burn Your Majesty? Why is this tea so hot? You blind fools, how could you serve this kind of tea to Your Majesty? Are you tired of living? Are you Cunxin looking for death?"
As he spoke, he hastily waved his hand, ordering a little eunuch to bring up fresh tea.
