Jiang Ziya: Stop Trying to Persuade Me, I'm on the King's Side

The next day.

The distant, solemn tolling of bells rang through the clouds as the court assembly at the Nine Chamber Hall officially began.

The Civil and Military Officials entered in a procession, dressed in court robes, and took their places on either side of the great hall.

Most of their faces carried a trace of gravity.

The King had suddenly summoned Jiang Shang yesterday. Although the matter had not yet spread, how could the slightest stir in the palace escape the notice of these old foxes who had spent years immersed in court politics?

Something major was bound to happen.

Prime Minister Shang Rong exchanged a glance with Vice Prime Minister Bi Gan. Both saw the worry in the other's reaction.

King Wucheng, Huang Feihu, stood at the head of the military officials, his body ramrod straight. Only his faintly furrowed brows revealed the unrest in his heart.

Yet Jiang Ziya, standing at the very front of the officials, wore an expression as still as an ancient well.

He stood with his hands hanging at his sides, his eyes half-closed, as if meditating, utterly indifferent to everything around him.

Over the past fifteen years, he had long grown accustomed to scenes like this.

"The King has arrived—"

With the loud announcement of an attendant, Di Xin slowly emerged from the rear of the great hall in a black royal robe.

"We pay our respects to the King!"

The mountainlike cry echoed through the great hall.

"Rise, my loyal subjects."

"We thank the King."

The officials rose, and the court assembly officially began.

Usually, at this time, an official would step forward to report on state affairs.

But today, the great hall was deathly silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the monarch seated upon the throne to speak.

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