The spirit of the masters of the major hall entrances in the Imperial Court was suddenly stirred:
"Subordinate understands!"
"Hmm, go back to rest." Ma Yan waved his hand.
Everyone gradually dispersed, leaving Haitang behind: "Lord, do Your Majesty and Zhao Douan have any latest news?"
Ma Yan glanced at her, seemed to see through her thoughts, and shook his head:
"Eunuch Hai sent a message the last time, still seven days ago. The next one should not be far. Destiny has its protection; Your Majesty and Zhao Douan will be fine."
"Hmm." Haitang nodded, anxiously left.
In the turbulent winds and rain, being the "blade" in the Empress's hand at the Imperial Court, how could the Jinyi not feel uneasy?
Will there be no trouble? Ma Yan spoke decisively, but how much confidence was in those words, even he couldn't tell.
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The next morning.
The rising sun was blocked by a dark cloud overhead, leaving the sky above the Capital stark white.
