The sixth-rank minor official was holding back a frustration, wanting to find trouble with Chu Heng, but didn't dare.
As he hesitated, Chu Heng somehow had already stood beside him.
"Lord Zhao, is there something? Shall we go in together?" Chu Heng's voice was too natural, as if entering the Ministry of War was no different from entering the Ministry of Revenue.
Zhao Yixiao was arranged to give Chu Heng a bit of a slap in the face.
As a result, now the person acts as if entering his own yamen.
Zhao Yixiao forced a cough, raised his face, seemingly smiling, but truly in a dilemma: "Lord Chu, you arrived suddenly, the yamen has not yet transitioned, please first hand over the documents to me, I will arrange for someone to set things up over here?"
"Then where should I go now?" Chu Heng asked calmly, seemingly not hearing the underlying trouble Zhao Yixiao was meaning to cause.
Zhao Yixiao squeezed out a polite smile: "My lord, please wait a bit in the tea room next to us."
