Days had passed since the attempted assassination on Xi Ming, the prime minister's son, and the assassination of several noble sons, and the news had spread through the capital.
Whispers about whether another uprising was about to begin filled the air.
It was another session in the imperial court, and inside the grand and beautifully decorated halls tof the imperial court were whispers filling the air . The air was heavy and unease gripped every official present.
The emperor sat upon the dragon throne, his expression unreadable as his sharp eyes gazed kneeling officials before him.
In the middle of the court knelt the prime minister, and behind him, several other officials, courtiers and ministers, dressed in their ceremonial robes of red, green, and gold, knelt in lines before the emperor
"Your majesty," the prime minister voice cracked as he spoke and he bowed reverently before the throne, the others following suit.