Could it be that the Empress is about to kill someone again?
For a moment, everyone shivered and bowed their heads in unison, not even daring to glance at the palace gates again.
Iron-blooded Prime Minister Zhang Jushan also limped backward, as if he had been persuaded, but from time to time, he still cast his gaze toward the Daming Palace, his eyes dark and chilling, revealing a hint of coldness.
Then, inside the Daming Palace, there was silence for a long while, without any sound, as if the Empress herself had fallen asleep.
But this time, no one dared to harbor any discontent, everyone on tenterhooks, walking on thin ice, fearful of catching the Empress's attention.
Finally, a slightly trembling yet somewhat weary voice came out.
"All my loyal ministers are the backbone of our Tang Empire, loyal and devoted. You should understand the gravity of the situation. Now, let us all discuss the solutions."
