Li Xiangling's blunt words left those who truly held power utterly embarrassed.
Everyone in court knew that imperial power had fallen into other hands, yet no one spoke of it openly. Most chose to watch the wind and steer their sails; some even claimed that only when civil officials governed could the nation be peaceful and prosperous. It was an unspoken understanding everyone knew but none could voice.
Or rather, a rule.
Today, someone had ruthlessly torn off their masks to their faces. They could no longer save face.
The Empress Dowager behind the curtain remained silent. Concerned for her dignity, she did not want to be rebuked.
The happiest of all was the little emperor, who had always walked on thin ice and trembled with fear. He wanted to laugh, but held it in. If he appeared too pleased, the ministers, his mother, and the chief eunuch would all be displeased.
Li Xiangling shot the Empress Dowager a cold glance.
Ignoring everyone else, she smiled at the young Emperor Renwu.
"What is your name?"
It could be said that this question was extremely impolite. Had anyone else spoken so, scholars across the realm would likely have cursed them to death. But Li Xiangling could say it. Even calling the little emperor a brat would have been fine—after all, she was his ancestor.
The little emperor looked at the others.
"I... I am Ziyu. Yu as in fire, sun, and standing together. Greetings, Great-Aunt Ancestor."
Li Ziyu rose and bowed to Li Xiangling. There was nothing improper about it, and it greatly pleased her. It was far more pleasant than looking at those decrepit old ministers.
"Very good. Far better than these useless fools who have seized power."
"You..."
That single sentence infuriated all those present who truly held power.