Once power is in their hands, how many are willing to let go? (Please vote with recommendation and monthly tickets)

By now, not a single minister was unafraid of Li Chen. When this man said he would kill, he really killed.

No one dared say anything about Feng Huai's death, either. After all, he had brought it on himself.

His Majesty had already made himself perfectly clear, yet Feng Huai had kept going on about the "Previous Emperor." Had an incapable emperor taken the throne, even in anger, he would surely have followed procedure and ordered the Imperial Guards to arrest Feng Huai. And even if Feng Huai had been arrested, he would merely have been locked up at worst, not killed.

Then plenty of people would have pleaded for him, and he would have written a statement of repentance or something similar. His Majesty would have had to release him.

But Feng Huai had faced Li Chen, an emperor in the Saint Realm. He had not even had a chance to beg for mercy before exploding on the spot.

Now, the ministers began reassessing the attitude they ought to adopt when speaking to Li Chen.

They had already feared him. Now they feared him even more.

Zhao Wenyuan had served as Chancellor for decades, always looking as unshakable as Mount Tai. This was truly the first time he had been frightened so badly.

It had happened far too suddenly.

He had never imagined that the new emperor would have such an explosive temper!

Apparently, this was the perfect illustration of "When the sovereign commands a subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die."

His Majesty really did not hold grudges. He blew them up on the spot!

Before long, Li Sixing, commander of the Imperial Guards, led his men into the Imperial Court and asked Li Chen what had happened.

Li Chen said indifferently, "Nothing much.