The emperor was speechless for a moment.
Duan Zheng sighed and said, "I told you back then, Brother Emperor was in the prime of his life. There was no need for him to go meditate at South Mountain Temple, much less appoint a regent."
The emperor, however, showed no interest in dwelling on the matter. Looking at the general, he asked, "You've been with the Prince of Zhennan this whole time. What does he think about this? How does he plan to punish those who brought chaos to the realm?"
The great general lowered his head. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "The prince slew the Grand General of the Cavalry on Ten-Mile Long Street. Later, he persuaded the Left Chancellor to withdraw, so the man has more or less extricated himself from this affair."
"As for the First Prince, I'm afraid he'll wait for Your Majesty to deal with him personally. And the Right Chancellor..."
"What about him?" The emperor reached out and swept all the letters on the table into his Storage Ring. With a cold laugh, he said, "Could it be he fears I won't have the heart to be ruthless?"
"I don't know, Your Majesty."
The great general clasped his hands and replied, "The Prince of Zhennan holds the imperial jade seal. He appointed the old immortal as palace steward... and sentenced the Right Chancellor's entire family to exile in the far north, never to hold office again..."
Qin Wentian spoke with firm conviction.
After the barbarian army invaded, he had been seething with anger. At long last, the emperor had come back from the dead, and he, too, felt like a child without a mother who had finally seen the light of day.
So what if they were the Right Chancellor, the