The city is in a festive frenzy for the Prince's grand wedding.
On such a night of revelry, someone quietly slipped into the Prime Minister's Mansion, shadows flickering.
Song Zhiyuan received the news, put down his wine cup, and hurried back home. The moment he stepped within the mansion, he felt the air bristle with a chilling presence that made his skin crawl.
He paused slightly, collected his thoughts, and headed toward the study.
Upon entering the study, he indeed saw Emperor Chu standing with his back to him under the emperor-gifted character for loyalty.
"Your humble servant greets the Emperor." Song Zhiyuan knelt and bowed.
"Rise, there's no need for formalities in private." Emperor Chu turned around and gestured with his hand.
Song Zhiyuan stood up, looking at him, and said, "Why has Your Majesty left the palace? Even if you wished to drink at the princes' residences, it's not..."
