Divine Capital, on a brilliantly clear day.
Because it was still early, the sunlight retained a trace of gentleness. It shone upon the towering palace city, lending it the sense that it had gathered within itself the sediment and vicissitudes of ages untold.
Yet on such a fine morning, the center of the imperial palace—the "highest" place in the entire realm—was steeped in silence.
Liu Guangzheng's face was as dark as water. As he looked at the ministers standing there one by one with lowered heads and closed mouths, for one fleeting moment, he wanted nothing more than to drag them all out and kill them.
What time was this? The battle at Heaven's End Pass was urgent; rebel traitors had marched a million troops out of the Southern Wasteland and were on the verge of trampling the realm beneath their horses' hooves. Yet when this pack in court faced the problem, their first thought was not how to solve it, but how to solve the person who had caused it.
Of course, the person they wanted to deal with was not Zhao Cheng. If it had been Zhao Cheng, Liu Guangzheng would not have been so furious. The person the ministers wanted to deal with was Sun Yuantai...
If something like this had happened in the world before Liu Guangzheng transmigrated, and it had been made into a television drama, most viewers would probably have called it fake. It was practically like the ancient idol dramas from before his transmigration: the enemy was already at the doorstep, yet the male and female leads were still busy falling in love...
Though the two were not the same thing, they truly shared the same marvelous absurdity.
Now the rebels ran rampant, with no one able to contain them, while the grand