Ji Weizhou entered the grand halls of his family mansion, the weight of responsibility pressing upon his shoulders. As he made his way through the familiar corridors, he couldn't help but notice the worried expressions on the faces of the servants. It was clear that something was amiss.
He reached the study, where his father, Commander Ji, sat behind a large desk, surrounded by maps and documents. The room was filled with an air of tension, and Ji Weizhou could sense his father's unease.
Ji Weizhou approached his father, concern etched on his face.
"Father, you seem troubled. What's the matter?"
Commander Ji sighed heavily, his eyes meeting his son's.
"Weizhou, I have lost contact with my spies in the palace. The Emperor's actions have become increasingly erratic, and I fear something sinister is at play."
Ji Weizhou's brows furrowed, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
"Erratic? What do you mean, Father?"
