At the hour of Hai, all the mourning tents were fully occupied, and Lu Lingxiao had no choice but to brave the heavy snow and continue setting them up.
Among all the tents, the quietest one belonged to Lu Yuan, whereas the liveliest was the one near the pavilion on the west side, filled with ministers of at least third rank and above, or senior officials from the previous administration.
They were discussing court affairs, their sharp words and the intensity of the debate creating a fiery atmosphere.
When Lu Yuan, draped in a black cloak, leisurely walked in, everyone went silent in unison, and the previously lively tent was suddenly quiet as a grave.
Lu Yuan swept his eyes over the crowd, and amidst their stunned gazes, calmly found an empty spot and sat down with great composure.
The two officials sitting closest to him immediately felt their hair standing on end!
