"Duchess, Young Master Dai, His Majesty has agreed to see you."
After a long wait, a warrior clad in golden armor came before the Duchess and Dai Yueheng.
He spoke with a stern expression.
The Duchess frowned slightly.
She recognized this man.
She had seen him several times in the Imperial Palace. He was one of the emperor's trusted guards.
But whenever he had seen her in the past, this golden-armored warrior had always worn a fawning smile.
Every other word had been about the duke, praising His Grace's awe-inspiring might.
Yet now, not a trace of that former warmth remained.
Once a man left, his tea grew cold; once he died, his lamp went out.
The Duchess sighed inwardly.
But there was nothing she could do.
She felt that this man was very likely a Titled Douluo.
The world's morals are declining by the day.
Her family could no longer afford to offend him.
"Then sorry for the trouble, sir. Please lead the way."
The Duchess answered in a low voice.
"Follow me."
The golden-armored warrior nodded casually.
Then he turned and strode ahead.
He showed no consideration whatsoever for the fact that the Duchess was a woman.
Fortunately, the Duchess had some strength of her own and could just barely keep up.
As Dai Yueheng endured this, his fists had long since clenched tight. Inwardly, he had already sworn that one day, he would avenge this humiliation.
"We're here. Duchess, Young Master Dai, please enter. His Majesty is waiting inside."
Having said this, the golden-armored warrior stationed himself outside the Main Hall.
The Duchess and Dai Yueheng exchanged a glance, then walked in one after the other.
Sure enough, Xu Jiawei sat upright upon the Throne inside the Main Hall.
His expression was calm, betraying neither joy nor