The voice was weak, but to Guo Jingzhi's ears, it was no less than a thunderclap.
This happened just yesterday, and he specifically instructed the servants in the residence not to spread the word, or they would face the consequences.
Every servant in the residence had signed a contract of servitude, their lives were in the hands of the Guo Family. By rights, they wouldn't dare to gossip, and since the incident yesterday until he left this morning, no servant had left the residence.
In this cold weather, even vegetable deliveries happened only once every two days.
So how did Your Majesty get the news?
It seems the seemingly impenetrable Minister Residence was to Your Majesty like a marketplace, where he could gather any information he desired just by eavesdropping a little.
Guo Jingzhi's back was drenched in cold sweat, and many of the more astute Ministers were inwardly fearful.
The trouble at the Guo Residence, they hadn't even known about it.
