"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister has arrived." A eunuch ran into the hall to deliver the urgent report.
"Ah!" Xuan Chengtian, who had been pacing anxiously, went pale with shock, as though struck by a bolt from the blue.
Consort Chang had told him that as long as he held the Capital City's military authority, his imperial sister could do nothing to him; as long as he held the Capital City's military authority, his imperial sister could not enter the Imperial Palace; as long as he held military authority, even the three major sects would completely side with him.
The reasoning was sound, and he had deeply agreed with it. That was why he had made his decision.
But how had his imperial sister entered the palace?
What he did not know was that the Consort Chang he held in such high regard had fled after stirring up the trouble. Even Consort Chang herself had not believed Xuanwei could be controlled so easily.
Just as Xuan Chengtian was wondering where he could hide, a group of people had already strode in through the doors. At their head was Xuanwei.
Behind Xuanwei followed a group of cultivators—the cultivators of the three major sects stationed in the Imperial Palace.
Xuanwei strode into the hall. The sight of her covered in blood in particular frightened Xuan Chengtian into retreating step by step. The force she radiated made him feel as though she would swallow him alive.
Hadn't he sent troops to surround Tianwei Manor? How had Imperial Sister gotten out?
Hadn't he ordered the palace gates shut and heavily guarded? How had Imperial Sister gotten in?
Once he held military authority, weren't the three major sects supposed to come over to his side? Why were they all following behind Imperial Sister?
His imagination