Heavenly Fragrance Cardamom Saves Suxin, the Dragon Robe Tears

After Jiang Dali assumed the role of regent, the morning court session was suspended the following day as well.

Originally, the civil and military officials had to rise at midnight, cross half the capital to reach Meridian Gate, and wait outside it before the hour of the Tiger.

When the drums atop Meridian Gate's tower sounded, the civil and military officials had to line up. Once the palace gates opened at the hour of the Rabbit, they would enter in order, cross the Golden Water Bridge, assemble in the square, and prepare to go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to perform the ritual of one kneel and three kowtows before the emperor, reporting on state affairs.

However, since the new emperor Zhu Yunwen ascended the throne, morning court had not been held very frequently. Now that King of Comrades had returned to the palace, undercurrents were surging again. One group had been thrown into prison, another had lost their heads. Every civil and military official was on edge; who would dare ask too much about what had happened within the imperial palace?

Dawn was just breaking, and the faint morning light cast a glow over the palace's halls, terraces, and towers.

Inside the spacious and solemn Hall of Mental Cultivation, it was so quiet that a pin dropping could be heard.

Zhu Yunwen had already awakened. Looking uneasy and pale, he sat on the dragon throne. More than ten personal guards wearing black helmets, red round-collared robes, plain sleeve covers, and black high boots stood in two rows at either side. They appeared to be guards, but anyone perceptive could clearly see whom they truly obeyed.

Jiang Dali's towering, brawny body stood at the center of the hall. He quietly stared at the woman lying on the bed before