Naming Him The Main Culprit
It was no longer morning, but now mid-afternoon and the court was still in heated session.
Enraged, the Emperor reached for the beaded necklace the imperial consort had gifted him two nights prior, and angrily ripped it off his neck.
His Eunuch looked like he had seen a ghost. He could remember how the Emperor almost had a servant's wrists cut off for touching the necklace with their 'filth covered hands.'
The general painfully closed his eyes, knowing fully well the implication of his responses.
"General Wang, not only will you not explain why you paid off the debts, but also won't say how? Are you tired of living already?" His question went unanswered, as Wang Tengfei remained silent.
Shao Yŭxuān discreetly nudged the man beside him, hinting at him to carry out the next phase of their plan. The leader of the protesters nodded, then parted his lips to speak.