Ensuring that all officials behave honestly and properly, of course, involves more than just this.
A dozen elite soldiers armed with bows surrounded the rebel leader, with sharp arrows already drawn on the bowstrings. A mere release of their fingers and the deadly arrows would whistle forth, taking their lives instantly.
This rebel leader, only sixteen years old, had a handsome face with a touch of laziness and charm in his eyes. When he smiled, dimples appeared on his cheeks: "Prime Minister Wang, have you made up your mind yet?"
After kneeling for the funeral for more than ten days, Prime Minister Wang, who was already weary and haggard with bloodshot eyes, glared at the rebel with venomous eyes, gritting his teeth with anger: "Jiang Yi! The Emperor treated you like a brother when he was alive. Now, with the Emperor's body still warm and not yet buried, you dare to raise troops to force the palace and seize the throne! How dare you!"
