"Your Highness."
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!!"
As Li Yucheng picked up the Gold-plated National Seal, the previously silent hall was filled with an uproar of voices—some calm, some urgent, all carrying an unmistakable tone of admonishment.
On the court, those affiliated with the sects were few; most who spoke up were members of the Imperial Faction and the Prime Minister Party.
Yes, the Prime Minister Party as well.
They were desperate to stop the Crown Prince from imprinting the seal upon the crimson missive perched on the table. When Xu Yuan's gaze swept across them, their defiance showed no signs of retreat.
Was this betrayal?
Not quite.
Throughout history, conflicting voices have always existed, and the Prime Minister's Mansion was no exception. Suddenly facing this ominous imperial decree was enough to make the moderates within the Prime Minister Party bristle like startled cats—a reaction not difficult to anticipate.
Because this was war.
