The Emperor had just finished his morning court session when he heard that Prince Zhao had forced his way into Fengyi Palace. He felt a throbbing in his temples.
He had no choice but to set aside his current tasks and rush to Fengyi Palace with his retinue, not stopping for a moment.
By the time they arrived at Fengyi Palace, Yin Meiren had already endured her thirty strokes of the cane.
She lay prone on the ground, barely breathing. Blood had soaked through the back of her clothes, a shocking crimson.
When everyone in Fengyi Palace saw the Emperor arrive, it was as if they had seen their savior. One after another, they knelt to plead for help.
Even the Empress's eyes welled with tears, as if she had suffered a thousand grievances.
"Your Majesty, you're finally here."
The Emperor looked at the scene before him, and the throbbing in his temples grew more intense.
'I just went to morning court,' he thought. 'How did so much trouble erupt in the rear palace?'
