West Garden, Taiye Pond.
The Grand Secretary, Six Ministers, and other Court officials arrived in haste.
At this moment, the old Emperor was draped in a fine raincoat, fishing at Taiye Pond. The material of the cloak was as valuable as gold.
Last night, a large snowfall covered the world in white.
"All the birds have vanished from a thousand peaks, no trace of humans on ten thousand paths.
An old man in a raincoat and bamboo hat, fishing alone in the cold river snow."
Accompanied by the sound of a long Jade Chime, a poem was recited to set the scene.
All the Ministers looked grave, for if the old Emperor recited such a poem, it indicated he was truly angry today.
Everyone needed to tread carefully, to avoid stepping on a landmine.
"Elder Zhang, speak about this incident," the old Emperor cast aside his fishing pole and directly called out.
The officials noticed clearly, there was no hook on it.
