832 Apologies, It’s My Turn (7)

Within the Yan Country's Imperial Capital, behind the high table in the Imperial Study was the current sitting Emperor. His face was ashen as he stared at the dark robed man kneeling before his table, his darkened face livid with rage. Gripped in his hand, was news just brought in and on that piece of parchment, was recorded that day's events, rumours and the winds that had changed in the Imperial Capital.

"That matter has really been well handled hasn't it? Hmm?" The Emperor's eyes were narrowed and he suddenly flung the pieces of parchment onto the face of the black robed man!

The black robed man remained unmoving as he knelt on the ground, not daring to say a single word against it.