The angrier he thought, the more Yan Anzhi felt that his father, the Late Emperor, was just a muddle-headed old man. After killing the Regent King, he would definitely dig up the old man's body from the Imperial Mausoleum and question him!
"Your Majesty! You must attend the morning court today. The time grows late, and you should change clothes."
The palace maid couldn't bear to see the constantly-changing expression on his face, which alternated between green and purple. If one didn't look closely, they might think he was having a stroke.
"Attend court?"
Yan Anzhi regained his senses, first frowned, and then anger directly rushed to his brow.
His pale, emaciated face changed colors at a visible speed, finally turning as red as burning-hot iron.
"I've just emerged from Weiyang Palace, and I'm not allowed even one day's respite? This Regent is too much!"
After his furious words came a crisp sound.
