Yan Shifan's round of excuses made Xu Jie, Gao Gong, and Zhang Juzheng hurriedly look toward Prince Yu.
They signaled with their eyes for the Prince to stop talking.
If he kept going, no one would know who would inherit the throne in the future.
After all, this matter had been decided by the Emperor.
Yet Prince Yu acted as though he had not seen their signals and continued, "So-called conclusions are nothing more than perfunctory dismissals. I do not believe them. If natural disasters and man-made calamities are not clearly distinguished, how can the common people be convinced?"
No one had anything to say.
It looked as though things were about to blow up.
Just then, amid everyone's speechlessness, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky onto the great hall of the Imperial Palace.
The hall shattered, and a young girl fell from above.
Zhao Han's eyes went blank. She was completely stunned.
What was going on? Another Transmigrator had arrived.
Ah, then it was fine.
At that moment, everyone hurriedly shouted, "Protect His Highness! Protect His Highness!"
Groups of Soldiers swiftly gathered around Prince Yu.
Many people looked toward the center of the hall.
Yan Song, Yan Shifan, Xu Jie, Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng, and the others all turned to look as well.
Of course, the shrewd Zhang Juzheng had already stepped in front of Zhao Han.
Upon closer inspection, they saw a strangely dressed young girl who had fallen from above the hall.
She wore clothes like the women of the Myriad Splendor Pavilion.
Her thighs were exposed almost all the way to her waist! Heavens, what kind of propriety was this?
Yet the girl herself was completely unaware.
After appearing, she immediately began looking around.
After taking everything in, the girl was first astonished,