Within the Imperial City of Wang'an City, the air throughout all three precincts of the Inner Palace was oppressive and cold.
From the consorts and eunuchs down to the attendants and palace maids, everyone kept their tails tucked between their legs and moved with utmost caution.
Not only did they dare not speak loudly, they even tried to keep their breathing quiet, and trembled with apprehension as they walked.
Every face was as pale as paper, filled with fear and alarm.
They could all sense the savage, bloody aura emanating from Zhenghe Hall.
Just one day earlier, the imperial palace had still enjoyed gentle breezes and soft rain, clear skies and fresh air, its atmosphere peaceful.
Then, fourteen hours ago, the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse.
The tremendous Astral Force pouring out of Zhenghe Hall had not only shaken the entire hall to pieces, but also pulverized all the surrounding White Jade brick walls. The bloody stench coming from within was nauseating.
Of the attendants and palace maids on duty inside and outside Zhenghe Hall at the time, probably not one had survived.
Almost everyone could guess that His Majesty must have heard some terrible news, that something unfavorable to the Great Ning Dynasty was happening.
Ever since Li Changsheng had forced his way into the Imperial City a few years ago, similar incidents had begun occurring frequently, and the work of serving the Great Ning emperor had grown increasingly dangerous.
Now, inside the tottering Zhenghe Hall, Emperor Jianyuan's face was likewise as pale as paper. His eyes held not only furious rage and vicious hatred, but also a trace of bewilderment and alarm.
Every piece of news arriving from the boundless starry sky filled him with fury and hatred, and left him panicked and at