Night Dragon Palace.
The Emperor leans back in his chair, eyes closed in silent contemplation, his expression one of fatigue.
Given his level of cultivation, physical exhaustion would rarely be felt unless he were engaged in life-or-death combat. His current state was more likely born of emotional weariness.
Two women he most loved had deeply wounded his heart before the Qinghong Banquet, the chaos during the banquet added to his distress and his son's death served as the sledgehammer that finally broke him.
The Emperor had been sitting in silence for quite a while.
Empress Feng had gone to Silent Mountain to seek the assistance of those in Tianshu Pavilion for divination. If the divination led to no result, she would surely come to the Imperial City for help. Forces from the Night Dragon Palace Guard and the Regent Residence had been dispatched to search, but the whereabouts of Chu Liang remained unknown.
Trouble was likely on the horizon.
