Bab 1042: Army Pressure

Immediately, many people joined in.

The pro-war faction was so angry that they cursed at this group of people.

Yu Zongshen, who was holding a heater in his hand, couldn't help but cough a few times when he heard the commotion in the court. His expression suddenly turned a little ashen. "Alright, alright, cough, cough, no, cough, stop arguing…"

The entire court turned a deaf ear.

Someone pointed at a person's nose and scolded them. That person spat on their face. It was chaos.

Yu Zongshen's face turned pale, as if he was on the verge of death. He picked up his teacup and suddenly threw it to the ground, causing fragments to splash all over the ground.

The entire court immediately fell silent.

In the dead silence of the royal court, Yu Zongshen's cough sounded intermittently.