The Empress Dowager's expression changed drastically. She reached out to strike Pan Yun, but Pan Yun straightened at once, and the Empress Dowager stumbled miserably to the ground.
Pan Yun looked down at her from above, watching her coldly.
The Empress Dowager's eyes were bloodshot. Gritting her teeth, she said, "You're pleased with yourself. What are you so pleased about? My son did not like you. The Prince Cheng who liked you became Emperor and named you Imperial Preceptor?"
Pan Yun said, "The late Emperor's death was the pain of the entire Ming Dynasty, but Your Majesty should be grateful that the late Emperor met with disaster. Otherwise, how many things damaging to the Ming Dynasty would he have done? The pride of the Zhu family and the backbone of our Ming Dynasty would both have been destroyed by his hands!"
Pan Yun laid bare the question the Empress Dowager had always avoided and ripped away the fig leaf she had desperately clung to. Unable to accept it for the moment, the Empress Dowager shook her head wildly, her expression crazed. "How dare you! You dare slander the late Emperor!"
Seeing that there was no calm left in her eyes, only madness, Pan Yun knew there was no use reasoning with her now. She simply said, "Empress Dowager, the reason the late Emperor could receive the posthumous title Emperor Yingzong was because the new Emperor abolished the Martyrdom Sacrifice system in his name. From this day forth, no one in the Han palace will be buried alive. If you want the late Emperor to be cursed for ten thousand generations, with not a single accomplishment in his life that others can praise, then go ahead and kill!"
Empress Dowager Sun let out two hoarse laughs. Her fingers clawed at the