Not good. Not good at all.
Yongjia Square, Prince Zhao Mansion, courtyard.
Princess Anle, Li Nanlei, stared intently at the newspaper article on the table about the Suzhou Water Poison epidemic, almost grinding her teeth to dust.
Brother Shan is going to be sent to Suzhou.
Li Nanlei slowed her breathing and said slowly, "In his capacity as Prince Guang."
She paused for a moment before violently slamming the table, sending the newspaper flying. "Absurd! Selfish! Where was he when other princes and imperial grandsons ignored and insulted Brother Shan? Where was he when the multitude of servants deliberately slighted him? Brother Shan is Prince Guang, indeed, but when has he ever received the income from his fief? It's always one delay after another. The so-called Prince Mansion can't even gather the basic personnel; the positions of Changshi, Sima, military advisor, and the like are all vacant. The officials invited all claim illness, afraid to get involved. And where is he now?"
