After a beat of silence, she turned her head to look at the man beside her. "Now that we've entered the capital... how are we going to get into the palace? The person who orchestrated all this must have also placed guards at the gates."
"Don't worry. I've already made preparations," Xiang Long Wei said, his voice steady and unhurried.
Preparations? Mei Liang didn't know that while she was unconscious, the Emperor had already sent two letters back to the capital—one to his mother, the Dowager Empress Zhao, and another to a trusted high-ranking official.
Meanwhile, in the grand court room of the imperial palace, Xiang Long Wei's imperial uncle, Prince Rui, stood at the center, surrounded by officials and imperial clan members. His expression was solemn, but his ambition burned beneath the surface.
