"Hmph, treacherous minister, ever since you entered the court, you have stirred trouble! And each incident is worse than the last! Our Dazhou will sooner or later be ruined in your hands!"
Pang Wenzheng cast a disdainful glance at Li Qingmu, then brushed his sleeve and left.
Such insults were common; when disagreements arose, it was customary to speak of each other this way. Furthermore, the relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law had always been strained, and the audience was long accustomed to it.
Ah, every family has its difficulties!
After berating Li Qingmu, Pang Wenzheng left the palace gate directly and walked on Zhuque Street, soon turning into a small alley and entering a neglected little shop.
A small servant emerged from the shop and led him to a small room. The servant gently tapped a part of the wall on his left hand, after which a crack appeared on the opposite wall.
The crack gradually opened, revealing a passageway.
