"Indeed..."
The Imperial Guards acknowledged the command.
All the court officials fell silent.
Ruan Pu opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he remained speechless.
Two streams of tears trickled down from Yuan Yue's eyes.
Having lived a life of luxury, and being young at that, when had he ever witnessed such a spectacle?
Anxiety, fear, everything settled at this moment. To his own surprise, he burst into tears of joy.
The Dragon Throne was strewn with skeletons; who knows how many had met a tragic end. He had thought he could risk it all, but when faced with death, he realized the instinct to survive.
Imprisonment, then, seemed a minor punishment—as long as he lived...
"Thank you, my liege..."
Yuan Yue was led away.
His steps dragged on the green stone floor, producing a dreary and intimidating sound, slowly taking him away from the Dragon Throne, which was now just a step away...
Within Zhenghe Hall, no one spoke.
