The sun had barely crested the palace walls, and already the Hall of Governance stirred with anxious footsteps and hushed conspiracies. Ministers arrived in waves, silk hems brushing the polished stone floors, their expressions set in feigned civility. But behind each lowered gaze and respectful nod was a strategy being sharpened to a blade.
Minister Bai arrived first.
He bowed perfunctorily to the Emperor's absent throne, then took his place near the head of the chamber, adjusting his sleeves with care. He looked every inch the grieving father, the indignant official, the concerned patriot. But inside, he simmered. This wasn't just about revenge. It was about order. About reminding the Crown Prince that wearing a title was not the same as having power.
"He will not be able to explain this away," Minister Bai muttered under his breath to the man beside him.
Minister Zhao smirked. "He shouldn't have touched our daughters."
