Imperial Study Room.
When Qian Yi entered, he saw Qi Yun sitting on the seat, his face livid with rage, breathing heavily, surrounded by scattered chess pieces and shattered porcelain. Not hiding his surprise, Qian Yi asked, "Why is Father so angry?"
"Hmph!" Qi Yun snorted coldly, his expression icy. "Is it not because of that little wretch, Li Qingmu? He truly infuriates me. What did he just say in the Golden Hall? He said I am a fatuous Emperor! He actually said I am a fatuous Emperor. Haha! Such audacity, that someone in this world dares to call me fatuous face-to-face!"
"Bang!"
Qi Yun picked up another vase and smashed it onto the ground with force.
Qian Yi was inwardly amused but outwardly seemed indignant and upset. "Father, it was this child's insolence that angered you, and I am unfilial for not being able to get justice for you!"
