Suppressing the fear in his heart, Sima Ke gritted his teeth and immediately bowed:
"Father Emperor, please calm down, please calm down, Marquis of Wu'an merely... merely spoke thoughtlessly, he definitely didn't mean to disrespect you, I beg Father Emperor to see this clearly!"
The atmosphere in the hall was like oil set on fire, brewing an intense pressure.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have buckled under the pressure by now, kneeling on the floor of the Golden Throne Hall begging for the Emperor's forgiveness, but Chen Yuan ignored the admonishing and pleading around him.
Steadfastly fixing his gaze on Jingtai, showing no sign of remorse.
Like a stubborn rock in the sea, unmoved by the storms and waves.
The tension in the hall was palpable, at this moment, it seemed the surrounding people became insignificant, leaving only Jingtai on the throne and Chen Yuan below.
As their eyes met, it was as if sparks were igniting.
