"You, you killed him—" Zheng Haoyuan screamed, his eyes bloodshot. Eunuch Ho Sheng stiffened abruptly, not even bothering to pick up the horsetail whisk that had fallen to the ground as he lunged towards Zheng Haoyuan.
But it was too late. With a burst of strength, Zheng Haoyuan broke free from several eunuchs and charged at Noble Consort Wen, who was about to leave. He grabbed the seal belt around her waist, his voice hoarse.
"You killed my Yellow Dragon, give me back my Yellow Dragon." Zheng Haoyuan cried as he spoke. He had finally, finally...
"Your Highness—"
"My Lady—" Suddenly, the scene turned chaotic. Some tried to pull the Fourth Prince away, others rushed to aid Noble Consort Wen. Amidst the pushing and shoving, many fell, with Zheng Haoyuan's hands still tightly clutching Noble Consort Wen's waist belt.
