As soon as Lu Qing spoke his answer, a few memorials flew over, hitting him squarely on the head.
Though each memorial wasn't particularly heavy when looked at individually, together they had weight, and when they were hurled at him, they struck Lu Qing directly in the face, causing his head to tilt to the side.
The memorials fell to the ground with a loud crash.
Mr. Gao was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thud, buried his face in his sleeves, and lay on the ground without daring to lift his head.
Emperor Jin stood behind the desk, his chest heaving with anger, the veins on his temple bulging, evidently deeply upset.
He watched a trickle of blood slowly seep from Lu Qing's forehead where he had been hit, flowing inch by inch down his face, and his tightly furrowed brows slightly relaxed.
