Outside the Imperial Study.
The nobles, led by the Prince of Beijing, were gripped by fear and unease.
The moment they saw that imposing figure, they prostrated themselves and said with utmost reverence:
"We bow before Your Majesty!"
Emperor Jingde said nothing, looking down at them coldly.
The dead silence stretched on. Their nerves tightened until they could barely breathe.
Emperor Jingde entered the Imperial Study, seated himself on the Imperial Throne, and said in a deep voice:
"Come in!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Fifteen nobles filed into the hall in orderly fashion.
They were all loyal supporters of the Retired Emperor and wielded considerable influence within the Capital Camp. Though they did not directly command troops, their trusted followers held important military posts.
Emperor Jingde remained silent, then suddenly roared:
"Guards!"
Boom!
The nobles felt as though lightning had struck them. Their pupils contracted sharply, and their faces turned deathly pale.
It seemed that executioners would charge in and hack them down at any moment.
Yet only two Palace Maids entered, carrying a teapot and cups.
It had been a false alarm. Sweat beaded on their foreheads as they let out long breaths of relief.
Emperor Jingde observed every minute detail, pleasure welling up within him.
He relished the feeling of holding other men's lives and deaths in his hands.
This was what it meant to be the sovereign of the realm, supreme above all!
Emperor Jingde slowly rose and went straight to the point:
"Wine is forbidden during mourning, so I shall offer tea in its place. Once you have drunk your fill, hand over command of the Capital Camp to me and enjoy your wealth and rank in peace."
As his words fell, Wei Yongzhong presented two dragon-patterned scrolls, with a Vermilion Brush and ink paste placed