Inside Wuyang Hall, Jiang Tinghuai sat upright in an imperial chair made of red sandalwood, his brows tightly knitted as he listened to the ministers erupt into yet another argument over the current situation.
"Rumors have been spreading everywhere lately that His Majesty has vanished within Beiming. If we allow such rumors to spread unchecked, they may tempt the surrounding nations to cast covetous eyes upon us. Your Highness, this matter truly cannot be delayed any longer. We must find the source of these rumors immediately and swiftly put a stop to them!"
"Is the source really so hard to find?" someone scoffed disdainfully. "As everyone knows, rumors concerning Prince Xin were running rampant not long ago. Yet mere days later, once the rumors of His Majesty's disappearance surfaced, no one discussed that matter anymore."
The man did not state his suspicions outright, but the sigh woven into the end of his words seemed to say everything.
He might as well have carved "Prince Xin did it" across his forehead.
The ministers of several departments felt their pupils tremble as they looked at the speaker with admiration. Through the thick haze of their reverence, his ramrod-straight back took on the bleak, heroic grandeur of a man marching alone onto the battlefield!
For a moment, several sharp intakes of breath rang out in the hall.
Several ministers seemed to draw immense strength from this trailblazer, blazing flames kindling in each of their eyes!
"What are you implying, Minister Tan?!"
Someone rebutted loudly, "Prince Xin is also a victim of these rumors! This is clearly a plot targeting Great Rui's imperial family. At a time like this, we ought to unite against our common enemy and apprehend the mastermind together. Yet without any evidence whatsoever, Minister Tan has already declared that Prince