Wuhan sat on his throne, watching the display with an expression of complete disinterest. His fingers drummed once on the armrest—a gesture so subtle most wouldn't notice, but those who knew him recognized it as a sign of mild irritation.
Not at the ministers' ignorance. But at the situation itself. He raised one hand in a casual dismissive gesture.
"Rise," he said, his voice carrying effortlessly through the throne room despite its even tone. "This will be your first and last transgression against me."
Even though he said that, Wuhan rolled his eyes on the inside. 'Not like I care if you curse the whole Song Family, besides Song Liu and my mothers, I don't want any more ties with them.'
The ministers rose shakily, relief washing over their faces, though they kept their heads bowed respectfully.
Wuhan turned his attention to Shi Tzu, the only person in the room who seemed to have maintained his composure throughout the entire exchange.
