"Bang!"
The new tea table in Yang Lin's study was smashed again, splintered all over the floor, and the tea set that was knocked down would also have to be replaced. The advisor beside him felt a pang of regret in his heart—that tea set was worth five thousand taels, just gone like that...
"Are you sure you didn't see wrong?" Yang Lin's anger eased a little after shattering the table. He wasn't looking at the advisor, but at a Royal Guard who had brought the report.
"Yes, Prince, I saw it with my own eyes."
"Unbelievable! These civil servants are utterly shameless! How dare they make a fool of me like this!" Even though he tried to keep his voice down, the fury in his throat could not be concealed, so cold it carried a hint of killing intent.
The Guard looked somewhat uneasy, unsure if he had done meritorious service or incurred displeasure, lowering his head and standing silently, not daring to speak.
