It wasn't entirely sudden.
He asked the right vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue about the expenses for diverting the Jiangnan River last year.
This was an issue from last year, and it was the first day of the new year. How could the right vice minister have expected him to suddenly inquire about this? He found himself at a loss for words.
As a result, Wei Shu's expression immediately changed.
His voice was as cold as if tempered with frost, resonating emphatically: "This matter was your responsibility, concerning the welfare of the people. The funds were disbursed by the Ministry of Revenue. How much was spent, and where? You're now stammering and unclear. How are you accomplishing this task?"
No one expected him to suddenly get angry, and for a moment, the entire Chongde Hall fell silent as cicadas in winter.
The right vice minister felt miserable!
Yet he dared not retort.
Indeed, the responsibility was his, and His Majesty's words weren't wrong.
