The main hall was filled with the sound of music and clinking glasses when a sudden urgent shout interrupted the merry laughter, causing everything to fall silent.
A guard hurriedly stepped into the hall, clutching an urgent report from the frontier, his expression grave.
He walked straight to Emperor Jing's throne, knelt down, and raised the urgent report high.
Emperor Jing took the report and skimmed it quickly, his brows furrowed tightly.
Everyone in the hall held their breath, watching Emperor Jing intently, wondering whether the news from Beiguan on this New Year's Eve was good or bad.
After a while, Emperor Jing put the urgent report into his sleeve. He sighed, stood up slowly, swept his gaze over the ministers, and finally rested his eyes on Prime Minister Wei, speaking in a deep voice: "Prime Minister Wei, come with me to the Imperial Study Room."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the elder minister replied.
