Chapter 977: Your Majesty, Why Have You Rebelled? The Golden Throne Hall.
It was where the emperor of Great Zhou held court.
The doors stood open.
Li Xinge stopped before them.
He raised his eyes and looked toward the farthest depths of the hall.
Atop a nine-tiered dais of white jade.
Stood a black-and-yellow Dragon Throne.
A man sat upon it.
He was an old man.
Clad in a jet-black dragon robe.
His hair had turned completely white.
Ravine-like wrinkles covered his face.
Age had ravaged him beyond recognition.
He resembled an oil lamp about to burn out.
He was none other than the emperor of Great Zhou, Jiang Chonglou.
His cultivation had originally been that of a half-saint.
But with the fall of Shenjing City, six thousand years of dynastic fortune had collapsed in an instant.
The cultivation he had gained by harnessing that fortune through an inherited method had naturally plummeted with it.
Little of his cultivation remained.
And naturally, his body had aged along with its loss.
Beside the Dragon Throne.
Stood another man.
Dressed in the python robe of a chief eunuch.
His frame was lean.
His face pale and beardless.
He was Song Wuya, the chief eunuch who headed the Imperial City Department.
An expert at mid-stage Divine Mansion.
Unlike his usual cautious, sycophantic manner before the emperor.
At this moment, Song Wuya stood with his back ramrod straight.
He watched Li Xinge and the many experts following behind him.
There was not a trace of fear in his eyes.
Li Xinge's gaze fell upon the emperor.
The emperor was looking at him, too.
Complicated emotions filled those cloudy old eyes.
Hatred, resentment, and regret.
But not a hint of fear.
The two stared at each other.
One was an emperor whose sun had sunk