National Guardian Xiahou Yue rushed into the palace in a panic.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"
Moon Emperor Qin Tianyang lifted his gaze to Xiahou Yue, his brows knitting in displeasure as he said:
"What does We usually tell you?"
"Face matters with calm!"
"Look at the state you're in!" He cast Xiahou Yue a look of disappointed reproach.
This National Guardian was someone he had personally picked out from the army and nurtured.
But precisely because he had once been a soldier, he tended to do things head‑on, and his emotions were easily riled up.
Qin Tianyang, sitting cross‑legged on the meditation mat, had in fact also had a tormenting night.
After all, tomorrow was the day he would betray his master and destroy his ancestors.
Yet even now, he maintained an air of calm as he said to Xiahou Yue, "Speak slowly and clearly—what exactly has happened."
