"Did you ask me?"
Zhao Douan's voice mingled with the pale daylight streaming from outside the hall, clearly reverberating in the ears of the officials inside.
It was like a stone cast into the lake, sending ripples outwards.
The deathly still atmosphere was abruptly broken, and the people in the Golden Throne Hall, momentarily stunned by this unexpected display, finally came back to their senses.
Then, different expressions emerged on each face.
Foremost among them, Xu Wenyan, Xu Xueling, and other envoys felt a rising panic; their first subconscious thought was that this white-faced arresting officer's appearance was arranged by the Empress.
For only then did it make logical sense that a mere arrest officer could make his way to them with a sword and speak recklessly.
