In the Floral Hall, there was an atmosphere so tense it was like a drawn bow ready to snap; suddenly, a laugh trickled through, shattering the tension.
"Lord Wen, don't be in such a hurry. I had no intention of enraging you. I was merely expressing my admiration," Ah Jiu said with a smile as he clasped his hands together and made a slight bow in apology.
Wen Congrui harrumphed coldly, flicked his sleeves, and sat back down.
"What I've said is also the truth. If Nanyue had a few more good officials like Lord Wen, why would we worry about its growth? We wouldn't be in the situation we are now... Last year's drought has truly weighed heavily on my heart," Ah Jiu sighed. "Unfortunately. I also want to see, relying solely on you, whether it is possible to root out the rot and the corruption?"
