The emperor waited a day before coming out of his retreat. His eyes were full of resentment. He has been busting himself trying to fix the country's problems. Every attempt of his was twisted into something to pick at, like vultures.
He had personally verified the validity of the records by cross-referencing them with imperial records. Every time he attempted to access the archives, he met fierce resistance from men planted by clans. He was further convinced that the contents of the evidence were true.
"Your majesty, this work is beneath you. Let me handle it!"
The emperor's eyes went wide. Suddenly, with the back of his hand, the scribe turned into a red stain on the wall. Everyone who witnessed it felt their hair stand on end.
Until this day, the emperor had an amiable disposition, which the clans took full advantage of.
