The night passed quickly.
When a streak of pale dawn reappeared in the east.
Zhao Ziyue emerged from Zhao Wuji's bedchamber side by side with Zhao Wuji, a smile now gracing her face.
Although Zhao Wuji's expression was still somewhat ugly, much of the obvious viciousness had faded. He no longer looked so hysterical.
What surprised everyone was this.
The first thing Zhao Wuji did after leaving his bedchamber was seal Zhao Yunzhu's cultivation and imprison him in the dungeon deep within the Royal Palace.
At the same time, in the name of the King of Xuanyue, he issued an imperial decree: from this day forth, Ninth Princess Zhao Ziyue would officially assist Zhao Wuji in governing at his side.
This undoubtedly established Zhao Ziyue's status as the dynasty's heir in name.
The moment this decree was issued, it immediately caused a tremendous uproar in court.
After all, many people had merely speculated before and had never truly confirmed that Zhao Ziyue would become the next King of Xuanyue. Now that this had practically become an established fact, how could they not be shocked?
Thus, many people stepped forward to voice their opposition.
Yet these people had no idea that over the course of that single night, the entire Mysterious Moon Palace had already changed hands. Their opposition was utterly meaningless.
Under Zhao Wuji's forceful suppression.
The opposing voices quickly vanished as well.
After all, for many people, who sat on the throne above had little to do with them. Besides, Zhao Wuji had not truly abdicated yet. In some people's eyes, there was still one crucial step between this and a true established fact.
They still had a chance.
There was simply no need to risk their lives and fight the powerful Zhao Wuji to the bitter end now.