The emperor had merely turned around; when he looked back, he saw a note lying on the desk. Startled, he immediately looked up, but the palace maids and eunuchs serving within the hall showed no reaction, and even the Imperial Guards standing watch outside had noticed nothing unusual.
The emperor was beside himself with rage—not only at Pan Yun, but even more so at the Imperial Guards.
Security at the imperial palace had become like this, leaving him with thorns at his back.
The incident of Tang Ran's craftsmen storming the palace flashed through the emperor's mind. If the Ming Dynasty's palace security was as lax as Later Tang's, would he not be in danger of being killed at any moment, even while living in the palace?
As the emperor furiously summoned the commander of the Imperial Guards, Pan Yun was sitting face-to-face with Wang Zhen.
Wang Zhen stiffly set down the teacup in his hand and said in a deep voice, "You have quite the nerve. You trespassed into the imperial palace—aren't you afraid I'll report you to the emperor and have you punished?"
Pan Yun found herself a teacup, poured herself some tea, and chuckled. "I just came from His Majesty's place."
Wang Zhen's heart lurched. He tightened his grip on his teacup and carefully studied Pan Yun's expression, trying to discern whether she was telling the truth.
As he looked, the expression on Wang Zhen's face gradually cracked. "Y-you... You didn't barge into the emperor's study without permission, just as you barged into my room, did you?"
Pan Yun looked up at him and gave him a faint smile.
With a bang, Wang Zhen slammed down his teacup. "Do you know how many people could die because of this?"
"Did it ruin the arrangements you've spent years