87 The Filthy Empress (1)

The next day, there was torrential rain that suddenly poured down the earth, wetting the ground and everything that it touches.

The pitter-pattering of rain against the tiled roof gave off a relaxing feeling to anyone who hears it but at this moment, the people inside the Emperor's study were having a hard time enjoying it as they had their heads lowered and knees touching the cold ground.

Just like the rain, the eyes of the emperor were filled with complicated emotions as a storm was brewing in his heart.

Glaring at the servant who shivered under his gaze, Emperor Yun asked him, "Are the rumors true?"

His voice was hoarse and deliberately slow as if he was trying to contain his rage from within.

The servant who heard his question trembled and plopped on the floor.