Just as Shen Wuzheng was speaking anxiously to Shang Ruyi, Yu Wenye was already galloping, not only breaking the tranquility of the pitch-black Vermilion Bird Avenue, but his urgent steps also shattered the deathly silence in the palace that seemed solidified.
Eunuch Yu, guarding outside Liangyi Hall, heard the news and hurriedly went to meet him, seeing Yu Wenye's tall figure emerging from the night.
He hastily said, "Your Highness? How—"
Yu Wenye asked, "Is Father Emperor asleep?"
"Still—, does Your Highness have any matters? Your Majesty has already rested, it would be inappropriate to disturb him. Any matters could wait until tomorrow."
"I have urgent news to report to Father Emperor."
"But—"
Eunuch Yu hesitated as he looked at him, feeling conflicted, when a low and hoarse voice came from behind the tightly closed doors, carrying a bone-chilling coldness and a weight of a thousand pounds, pressing down the breath and heartbeat of the two men.
