Xu Zhijing's gaze grew more and more terrifying, making the already gloomy, chilly courtyard feel even more bone-piercingly cold.
The emperor's verbal decree threw the entire hall into an uproar. It not only bewildered all the court officials present but also stunned Situ Yan, who stood rigidly in the middle of the hall. No, no, no—how could this be? There had to be some mistake. Situ Yan stared blankly toward the seat of honor as tears began falling of their own accord.
The Chief Minister of the Court of Judicial Review had suspected Rong Xia, but he also felt that someone like him was unsuited to being a spy. Thus, he was only half-convinced, though that did not affect the reverence he felt toward Rong Xia.
"Fine, I'll believe you this once." Yun Luo's icy fingers slowly slid down Qu You's cheek, sending tremors through her heart.
The less I could see inside the black wooden coffin, the more I worried about Liu Qu, and the more I wanted to see what else was inside. My gaze was unconsciously drawn to it completely.
Yet as they watched helplessly while she was bullied by him, no one dared step forward to stop him, no one dared block him. They simply allowed him to commit such a shameless act.
After hearing this, Gu Qingyun sighed once again. With Great-Granduncle Gu Boshan around, even if some undesirable elements emerged within the clan, they would remain entirely under the old man's control and would never stir up much trouble.
He got up and washed. Everything from his former life was gone, yet he felt neither nostalgia nor discomfort. There was a natural hot spring in the bathroom, making bathing extremely convenient. It was only when dressing that he felt somewhat awkward. The loose Han-style