The voice of the imperial censor reverberated among the towering golden dragon pillars, resonating and startling.

Aghia seated by Xie Jie's side, her head slightly lowered as she poured herself a glass of wine, appearing content as if the words were not aimed at her.

"Expel?"

Xie Jie savored the word on his lips for a moment, his gaze slightly deep, revealing no sign of joy or anger.

"It’s suggesting that His Majesty should exile ...