"There's such a commotion outside, what on earth is going on? Doesn't anyone know I'm dealing with state affairs and need peace and quiet?" The Emperor's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, looking as though someone owed him a great debt.
Zhao Yin vanished after causing trouble for him, and the common people outside were cursing him as an incompetent ruler. The Emperor wanted to clear his name, but there was no way to start, his heart was filled with anger.
These past few days, in the Imperial Palace, he would berate whoever he caught, and even Noble Consort Wang, who constantly flattered him, no longer came to visit.
She's avoiding the storm; to confront the Emperor in such a fury would be seeking death, wouldn't it?
Noble Consort Wang wasn't that foolish!
The Little Eunuch's heart quivered, and he whispered, "Your Majesty, the Empress has come, she seeks an audience with Your Majesty."
