It was the beginning of the You Hour.
The sun sank behind the western hills, casting the twilight glow of mulberry and elm.
In the Imperial Garden, Emperor Jingde wore the Nine-Clawed Dragon Robe, his majestic face taut, a strange light flickering in his fathomless eyes.
"Do not blame me. Qi'er was my son. Of all the things you should never have done, you made his crimes public. That is a wound an emperor bears all his life!"
"Your Majesty, has there still been no report of victory?" The noble, elegant Empress Yin was burning with anxiety, impatient to visit the Imperial Mausoleum and offer sacrifices to Qi'er, then deal the Jia Family a devastating blow that would wipe them out!
"Silence!" Emperor Jingde snapped in a low voice.
"How can the mother of the realm abandon her decorum? This is grievous news for the state!"
Despite his words, the emperor's lips twitched, and a trace of amusement actually appeared in his eyes.
The imperial family's lackey actually murdered a legitimate imperial prince!
My own hawk and hound actually pledged allegiance to that old thing!
He trampled every last boundary!
That brat must already be a broken soul beneath Jiang Wuyuan's hand. The eunuchs from the Ancestral Hall will certainly obey the Imperial Edict and stand aside.
"Your Majesty." Empress Yin forcibly suppressed her excitement and said cautiously:
"Whatever happens, Jiang Wuyuan has fallen. Once Jia Huan meets his death at the Yellow Springs, the new commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Qin Zhong, will be a supporter of the Eastern Palace. That is extremely unfavorable to Your Majesty. Once the Embroidered Uniform Guard Office slips beyond your control, the very foundations of imperial power will be shaken!"
At her words, Emperor Jingde's face darkened. Towering fury accumulated in his