Jiang Yanchuan's dark mood persisted until the ministers attending the Inner Court had taken their assigned places in the hall.
The ministers, who had finally survived Morning Court and hoped the adorable little dumpling might soothe Emperor Mingze on the way, were filled with mixed feelings.
Kou Qiwen's unauthorized use of military funds still hung over their heads like a sharp blade, and now came a case of an imperial consort joining forces with an outside man to collude with the enemy and betray the kingdom. It was as though someone feared they might not die thoroughly enough.
Yes, ever since they entered the hall, the little one's inner voice had been chattering away, and it still had not stopped.
Secrets had burrowed unbidden into their minds in an utterly inconceivable way, without the slightest regard for whether they wanted to hear them, or whether they ought to hear them-
With a certain beauty that gave not half a thought to whether these old fellows lived or died.
[...W-with brains like that, she still wants to hurt Chengcheng? Dream on!!] Jiang Yingcheng huffed out her final thought, but the ministers could no longer stand still.
Wait, make yourself clear. Who did you say that Consort Hui wanted to hurt??!
Although they were merely court officials and could hardly interfere in His Majesty's harem affairs, if matters were headed in this direction, then these old fellows could certainly make an effort!
The ministers turned their burning gazes toward Emperor Mingze, hoping to glean some clue from his expression.
Are you going to act or not? If you aren't, we'll step in ourselves!
Even if the little one possessed no such miraculous ability, her heart, which always held them in its thoughts, was reason enough for them to ensure that she never