"Ye Hong" lay in the pit with blood filling his mouth. He tried to get up, but his limbs were weak, unable to muster any strength.
After catching his breath a few times, he finally gathered a little strength and scrambled out of the pit on all fours. He staggered back seven or eight steps, all the way to the edge of the Heaven-Worshipping Platform.
Clutching his face, he glared fixedly at Ye Fu, then abruptly turned toward the officials and generals below.
"You... are you all blind?!"
"She attacked me at my coronation!"
"Protect your emperor! Seize this reb-"
"Reb what?" Ye Fu interrupted coolly.
For some reason, Ye Hong swallowed. In the end, he did not dare finish the word "rebel."
Because Ye Fu was looking at him.
Below the platform, the elderly officials who had bowed earlier lowered their heads even further.
The younger ones exchanged bewildered looks, their eyes full of "Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?"
Finally, a young general who looked quite young could no longer hold back.
He had transferred into the Imperial Guards less than three years ago and was at a hot-blooded age.
He simply felt that however many old connections this Eldest Princess of the previous generation had, she could not commit such an offense against her sovereign.
His Majesty had been slapped in public-a monstrous humiliation! How could this be allowed? Did Great Yin not care about its dignity anymore?
As an Imperial Guard, how could he possibly stand by without saving his sovereign?!
He snorted coldly and was about to draw his saber...
A calloused hand reached over from beside him and pressed down on his wrist.
It belonged to his immediate superior, an elderly general. "Boy, don't move."
The young general