Who Is Your Master?

"Within a single day, they found the culprit, passed the Ministry of Justice's review, and finally beheaded him."

"This efficiency was far too high."

The many aristocratic families' thoughts turned a thousand times over.

"The assassin has backing!"

"The one who gave the orders has backing!"

"Even the victimized eunuch office doesn't dare provoke them."

"Could it be that even the Great Figures within the Imperial Palace have nothing to say?"

"What exactly is going on?"

The many aristocratic families were curious: What exactly did Mao Shisan possess that made two Heaven-Connecting Martial Artists act at the same time?

And then:

Where had Mao Shisan's corpse gone?

Even stranger was this:

Why had the Great Figures in the Imperial Palace shown no reaction?

Imperial Palace:

Smoke curled through the vast palace hall.

The emperor lay on a soft couch, inhaling the smoke, his eyes hazy.

At this moment:

A wisp of smoke carried over a confidential report.

The emperor flipped through it and remained silent for a long while.

Yet every minute, another wisp of smoke would carry in memorials, secret reports, and the like.

However, the emperor did not look at them at all.

One minute...

Five minutes...

Ten minutes...

After a long silence, the emperor tapped a wisp of smoke.

The smoke transformed into an illusory figure, which bowed and said, "Your Majesty!"

The emperor said gravely, "The Great Zhou Empire's third prince's marriage proposal is gone!"

The illusory figure was stunned and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, could it be that they wish to go back on their word? That they no longer wish to ally with us?"

The Great Qian emperor remained expressionless. "The Great Zhou Empire's situation is even more dangerous. He needs us and will never abandon the alliance."

"It was merely that he