The majestic Forbidden City.
One man walked alone along the imperial avenue.
No.
There were two.
A young man in a bright red Flying Fish Uniform strolled leisurely, dragging one of the Python-Robe Eunuchs, his hair hanging loose.
Every step left several bloody streaks across the ground.
Officials from the various government departments came at the news, and all eyes turned toward him.
What a horrifying sight this was!
That bedraggled figure in python robes seemed to be...
Dai Quan, brush-holding eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial!
The officials shuddered.
A powerful palace eunuch had been stripped of all dignity, humiliated from beginning to end like a dog driven from its home!
A general of the Golden Guards led his soldiers forward to block the way.
The High Ministers of the Grand Secretariat and the Censorate stood before him.
Jia Huan's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly:
"I've just come from the Eastern Palace."
As his words fell, silence descended all around.
The officials' gazes turned unfocused.
Was this what they meant by the imperial house being the most heartless of all?
Yet the Retired Emperor had always protected his own, especially the companion who had served him for forty years.
This meant the young Thousand-Household Commander had forced the Retired Emperor to endure the pain of sounding Dai Quan's death knell!
They had thought the impeachment memorial submitted over ten days ago was merely Commander Jia's impotent rage.
They had never imagined he would actually bring down the third most powerful eunuch in the Directorate of Ceremonial!
The High Ministers cleared a path, and the generals of the Golden Guards immediately withdrew.
Jia Huan continued dragging him.
On the ground, Dai Quan was overcome with grief. He felt his lifelong dignity being trampled into fragments, reduced to the