A Slap In The Face!

"Your Highness, my men really saw the real golden robe in Jiuchong Hall, but I do not understand how the package was swapped into a bunch of beef jerky. I hope this comes to your attention, Your Highness!" Up until this stage, Elder Wu knew he had no place to retreat anymore, so he might as well put the blame on Baili Jia Jue, "Your Highness! The army is still fighting outside. Despite the desperate situation, the Third Prince is here in the hall and he does not seem to have the slightest intention to stop the rebellion! The evidence that I've searched out of the difficulty is even swapped into snacks by some intentional party! Your Highness, you must have an idea about what is really going on since all the matters are laid out before your eyes!"

The Emperor pressed onto the arm of the dragon throne with his left hand as he remained silent. The doubts in his eyes when he looked at Baili Jia Jue did not subside at all.