Inside the Imperial Palace, during the welcome reception, the atmosphere wasn't marked by the verbal skirmishes of the morning court, but rather by a scene of apparent joy.
"Your Majesty's actions must have ulterior motives," Wang Linchi suddenly spoke.
With these words, the music and dancing came to a halt, and the smile froze on Emperor Jing's face.
Nobody had expected Wang Linchi to spoil the mood at this crucial moment. Everyone was supposed to be indulging in drink and revelry.
"Until you die, my heart will not be at peace," Emperor Jing said viciously, draining his cup of wine in one gulp.
"Why? Everything I've done has been for the sake of Dajing, without a shred of selfishness," Wang Linchi counter-questioned, playing his part to the fullest, careful not to give himself away.
SLAM!
Emperor Jing slammed his hand on the table and roared in fury, "But you blocked my path! Who wants to be a puppet emperor?!"
"Your Majesty, you are losing your composure."
