Zhao Chong now deeply understood that he was merely a puppet Emperor, and the powers he once had were stripped away the moment he ascended the dragon throne.
Without the power of life and death in his hands, what could he do?
Let alone punish Xiao Yunqi, who held great power, even his position depended on the other's whims.
He also couldn't afford to provoke Wu Lu, and now Wu Lu pushed this matter before him, making Zhao Chong feel as if he were caught between ice and fire, unable to find peace.
If only he had stayed quietly in the palace and never ventured out.
Furthermore, Wu Lu's actions left no room for negotiation, tearing away all pretenses and placing everyone in a life-and-death situation.
The people gradually realized tonight that the Witch Mansion was raising arms, and Wu Lu's earlier words implied that everyone present was also facing a calamity.
"Lord Wu, I suddenly recall an urgent matter I must attend to. I beg your pardon for taking my leave."
