Upon Hua Yan's statement, an even deeper silence descended upon the Imperial Court, so profound that one could hear a needle drop.
Little Zhongzi, accompanied by the Eunuchs of the Eastern Palace, carried stacks of memorial petitions into the hall and distributed them to the Court Officials.
The Court Officials received their respective petitions one after another, seeing the notations atop, they were not only startled but utterly shocked.
Were these the petitions reviewed by the Crown Princess Consort?
The handwriting, the brush strokes, the content of the reviews, not only did they precisely control the political situation of Nanchu, but the intricate relationships and hidden thoughts of the Court Officials were also laid bare, as if transparently discerned.
Through the thin volumes of petitions, between the lines of the reviews, they glimpsed the treasured sword that hung high above on a clear mirror.
Who wouldn't be entirely convinced?
