At the pinnacle of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, every step tightened the chokehold [Part I]

"And two years ago, you were still writing to Zhu Zuo?!"

The chilling, merciless voice fell silent.

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

Those words were like a sharp dagger, savagely piercing the entire Court Hall.

The Retired Emperor's expression stiffened, while Emperor Jingde's face darkened.

The High Ministers' eyes flickered uncertainly, their faces taut, while storm-tossed waves surged through their hearts!

Those who had secured a foothold in the Central Court were dragons and phoenixes among the masses. Along the way, they had defeated countless rivals of profound learning and outstanding ability. By all rights, they should have been able to remain calm in any situation.

Yet at this very moment, the ministers' nerves were stretched tight.

Anyone could see it.

The nineteen-year-old Pacification Commissioner was actually trying to seize power!

He was pressing forward step by step with the fiercest possible assault!

Not a ripple of emotion crossed Jiang Wuyuan's face. He looked as though Mount Tai could collapse before him without changing his expression, and he asked calmly:

"What letters?"

Then he suddenly strode forward, his voice and expression turning severe:

"Here in this solemn Palace, do you have the slightest regard for propriety and rules? You are my subordinate. You stand there looking down on me, slandering and accusing me. You are openly defying your superior!"

Only three paces separated them. Jia Huan stood unmoving as a towering mountain and stared straight at him:

"With the sovereign before us, you dare call yourself superior?"

Jiang Wuyuan declared with righteous severity:

"Since you know that the Father of the Nation stands above us, and that the State and Altars' great ministers surround you, then shut your mouth! In the Court Deliberation Hall, it is not your place to swagger over the affairs of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!!"