Divine Capital.
Yangxin Hall, Imperial Palace.
"BANG!"
A beautiful piece of porcelain worth a Hundred Gold Coins was smashed heavily on the floor, shattering into countless fragments. The palace maids and eunuchs kneeling on the ground trembled in terror.
"Get out!"
The furious Emperor Chong'an was like a rabid, ailing lion. He waved his gaunt arms and roared:
"I am not dead yet!"
"This throne is still mine! This world is still mine!"
"..."
A beautiful and dignified woman lowered her head and retreated from the great hall step by step amidst the furious roars.
"Princess Consort Yii."
Chief Eunuch Tong Bao spoke in a low voice:
"His Majesty's health has been poor these last few days, so his temper is inevitably short. If it is not urgent, it would be best not to disturb him."
"Poor health?" Princess Consort Yii pursed her lips.
