In the middle of the courtyard of the Imperial Ceremony Office, Ming Lan stood under the sun.
The beads of sweat from his temples and forehead wet the edges of the black net-patterned hat and dripped down his cheeks, washing off lines of the delicate makeup apricot-flower powder on them.
Both he and Leng Qingtang were the second-class minister, the dignified Master of the Depot, but now he stood under the sun while Leng Qingtang sat on the fauteuil.
The disparity had already made Ming Lan feel unhappy.
Besides, as the Western Depot's Commander-in-chief, he was sneered in front of the twelve departments' chiefs and his subordinates by the Eastern Depot's Commander-in-chief. It indeed broke his face and self-esteem!
Ming Lan could no longer bear it!
"Leng Qingtang, enough is enough_"
