After being stunned for a long time by Jing Guan's sharp words, Bailong An finally reacted, instantly becoming furious and pointing at him in exasperation: "Are you questioning my ability?"
"Yes, exactly!"
Unexpectedly, Jing Guan decisively admitted it. His eyes stared straight at Bailong An, coldly questioning: "The Emperor esteems martial over literary, all to leverage the Wu Family's power to seize the previous Emperor's throne. However, the Wu Family's incompetence has led to a muddled court, with factions colluding, driving out dissent. The country is worsening daily, uprisings are rampant, and the state apparatus is shaky. Is this the situation His Majesty hoped to see?"
"What I've done bears no shame to the late Emperor, nor to the royal family!" Bailong An stubbornly defended.
"Is that so? Then why is His Majesty so worried, to the point of losing appetite, taking meals as mere sips?" Jing Guan continued to question.
