"Heh, do you really think I would be this reckless?
I had already sent people to invite all your families into the palace. Now, it all depends on your decisions."
"What?"
All their families were in the Emperor's hands?
The ministers were somewhat flustered.
Seeing them begin to panic, Ye Beiyao finally felt a little more at ease.
"If you can kill Ye Jinghua, I guarantee that your families will remain safe and sound. I also won't pursue your past crimes. You'd better think carefully."
The court officials' expressions began to turn grim, and the atmosphere in the court grew increasingly tense.
Most of them did not truly follow Ye Jinghua.
Although he was far more accomplished in both literature and warfare than Ye Beiyao, his nature was violent and overbearing. His moods were unpredictable, and his methods ruthless.
After a long while, two military officials finally could not hold back any longer.
"Prince, I had no choice. Forgive me."
"Prince, I have two sons and four grandsons. I have no other way."
Some were more rational. After hesitating for only a moment, they firmly stood on Ye Jinghua's side.
"What are you trying to do? Are you all idiots?"
"Do you really think that after killing the Prince, the Emperor will truly spare you and your families?"
"Don't even dream of it. As soon as the Prince is gone, all of you—including your families—will immediately be slaughtered by the Emperor."
Once the Prince died, everyone who had followed him before would certainly be purged.
The Emperor was not a broad-minded man.
Ye Beiyao stood on the raised seat with his hands behind his back, clad in a bright-yellow Dragon Robe. He narrowed his eyes.
"I can swear to heaven that I will never harm you or your families.
"You