Footsteps pattered behind them like raindrops as a great mass of people surged up the stone steps.
Uncle Wang's astonished, furious voice rang out, painfully shrill. "You have lost your minds! You actually murdered a Sealed Lord!"
To commit slaughter from below against one above was called... regicide!
The Sealed Lord was the common sovereign of the Fifty Provinces. For anyone to kill him without cause was... regicide, a monstrous crime condemned by both gods and men.
With this bucket of filth dumped over their heads, the noble families were furious, but they also came to their senses.
"This is outrageous! We've fallen into their trap—it's a snare!"
A genuine trap, and part of some earth-shattering conspiracy.
A dignified Sealed Lord had been treated like a dead dog, used as bait in a trap meant to sweep up the Eighteen Primordial Noble Families in one net.
What sinister intentions! What a brazen, heaven-defying scheme!
Zhou You's gaze swept over Consort Mei's corpse, and a flicker of sorrow passed through his eyes. So her sending Wu'er out with the Jade Cauldron Token Arrow had been her final arrangement before death.
Though this woman's origins were mysterious, she had been a remarkable woman of courage and broad heart.
The Royal Family had blocked off the entrance to the great hall. Every face burned with fury. Uncle Wang, the Three Lords, the Fifth Lord, the Eight Lords, and many aged grandmasters with snow-white hair were all present.
These Royal Family grandmasters, who should have been peacefully enjoying their old age, had all come.
"The Eighteen Primordial Noble Families murdered the Sealed Lord! We shall never rest until one side is dead! Let war begin!"
Quite a few higher-ups felt their hearts tighten. The Sealed Lord's death was immensely disadvantageous to the noble families.