The red sun leapt over the roof on the east side, casting a golden glow.
The unrest that had been silent for a day resumed its usual bustle, yet the atmosphere in the Imperial Palace was quite tense.
The civil and military officers were watching the man in the middle, unsure of what to say for a moment. The Imperial Censor stepped forward, "Emperor, I believe it is inadvisable. We are freshly out of turmoil; if this matter is proclaimed to the world, it will surely cause more chaos."
The involvement of three thousand soldiers affects no fewer than ten thousand people, which cannot be ignored.
After long-term oppression, the slaves announced innocent will surely harbor rebellious thoughts.
"I second the motion."
"I second the motion."
"I second the motion."
In an instant, a majority of the officials knelt down. Song Tingfan's gaze grew ever darker; should they just die innocently?
