The Assistant Minister of Rites was originally reporting on affairs; everything was so calm.
Except for the thunder in the sky, it was just like any other day.
Everyone thought it was just another ordinary day; they might be rebuked by Your Majesty, but wouldn't be kicked in the chest or beaten.
No one would lose their position or their life.
But under such a mindset, that mouthful of fresh blood from Wei Shu stunned everyone.
He had always been coughing, and when he coughed, there was blood; his lips either pale or stained in a vivid color by the blood.
In any case, either one would make people alarmed and fearful.
But it hadn't been like that for several months consecutively.
The ministers had almost forgotten.
Moreover, this mouthful of blood from Wei Shu was entirely different from usual, it was like a fountain, soaring high into the air.
