Great Qian Imperial Palace!
Smash!
The gilded imperial desk was shattered with a single slap, memorials scattering and flying like snowflakes.
The emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, the Emperor Qian Xi, stood with his dark dragon robe billowing though there was no wind. The jade beads on his twelve-tasseled crown collided violently, producing a rapid, sharp clatter.
"What a Grand Tutor!"
"What a Grand Marshal of All Troops!"
The Emperor Qian Xi, not yet thirty, had nearly gone hoarse, veins bulging on his neck.
The next instant, he seized the urgent report from the Ministry of War and hurled it viciously down the crimson steps—
"Ten thousand Tiger's Roar Guards!"
"They smashed through Heaven Prison's black iron gates!"
"Is this my fine teacher?"
"Do I still exist in his eyes at all?!"
Every word from the Emperor Qian Xi seemed squeezed through clenched teeth, brimming with boundless hatred.
"Minister Chen, I will see that justice is done for the three of you!"
After venting his fury, the Emperor Qian Xi suddenly reined in his rage, and his curses gradually died away within the vast hall.
He raised a hand and brushed over the rolling cloud patterns on his dragon robe. His fingertips passed over a section of cracked gold thread, and only then did he realize that, in his rage, he had torn his court attire.
Then, his gaze abruptly turned eagle-sharp toward the foot of the steps, where a purple official robe swayed faintly in the candlelight.
A white-haired, long-bearded elder stood with his head lowered. Beads of unswept sweat clung to the wrinkles on his face, yet his back remained ramrod straight—
It was Zhao Xian, Great Qian's prime minister and a veteran minister who had served three reigns.
"Minister Zhao."
"Tell me. How should this be