Over by the dragon throne, as soon as the assassin appeared, Emperor Chu was immediately surrounded by people, so tightly that not a breath of wind could pass through. If one wanted to kill him, they would first have to kill those blocking the blade.
He continued to sit on the throne, with not the slightest hint of panic, his face sternly watching the assassination unfolding outside the circle.
He was calm, but those around him were more anxious than anything.
People like Prime Minister Fan, and even more so Song Zhiyuan.
Prime Minister Fan, a man with a black heart, glanced sidelong at Song Zhiyuan, thinking to himself that this young fellow's mother was here, if anything happened, heh heh.
Song Zhiyuan was indeed anxious in his heart, but his face betrayed nothing. He looked towards the direction of the Song Family's location, and at that glance, wondered why that group of people was moving this way?
