Gu Jinzhi's clear, well-organized plans and analysis managed to cool Li Wei's hot head by the tiniest bit.
Of course, it was only the tiniest bit.
She returned to her bedchamber and lay there all night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
There are five Grand Scholars of the court in total, and I've already killed three...
There are six Ministers of the Six Ministries, and I've already killed four...
But did the ones still alive really deserve to live?
The so-called Pure Stream righteous men, the stalwart supporters of the emperor...
Li Wei knew this bunch far too well.
Should I just kill them all?
But the court still needed someone to keep it running...
After turning it over and over in her mind, she decided that tomorrow, she would make a big move.
The next day's morning court was delayed until noon.
An Imperial Decree was issued from the palace in an unprecedentedly forceful manner, ordering every ranked official, noble, and imperial relative within Yujing City to enter the palace and attend this unprecedented "Grand Assembly."
The square before Jianji Hall, a place drenched in blood only a dozen or so days earlier, was once again packed with people kneeling shoulder to shoulder.
This time, however, the imperial throne stood empty, and the hall doors were tightly shut.
Thousands of impeccably dressed officials and nobles raised their heads, their expressions varied as they gazed toward the sky.
Li Wei was quietly suspended above Jianji Hall, dressed in a scarlet palace gown, her skirts fluttering in the wind, looking like a Goddess descending to the mortal world.
But in the eyes of those who had witnessed the Palace Coup not long ago, the "Goddess" brought nothing but boundless chill and terror.
They feared that if