However, as the fine sand in the hourglass in the corner of the grand hall flowed, Li Yanfu still did not appear.
Inside the hall, the murmur of the ministers gradually subsided, everyone realized something was amiss.
"Quite some time has passed, why hasn't the Prime Minister arrived? If he is unwell, Li Yinglong should have come, but neither father nor son is here," the Minister of War couldn't help but say.
"Send someone to fetch them, they might have been delayed," the Minister of Revenue said blandly.
Ma Yan's long, lean face grew gloomier, suddenly his ears moved slightly, and he looked up abruptly:
"Something's wrong!"
The thick palace doors were highly soundproof, preventing the conversation inside from being overheard by the palace attendants outside.
But at this moment, outside those thick doors, the sound of hooves and cries of slaughter could be heard faintly at first, then growing clearer.
