The tremendous aura caused everyone to halt their breaths, the long-absent oppressive feeling descended upon the court once more.
Lu Yuan was never one to speak aggressively or harshly, his tone always refined and graceful, even carrying a hint of gentle affection upon first listen. Yet, this very demeanor made everyone feel as if a sharp blade was hanging precariously above their heads.
In the Jinluan Palace, silence reigned.
Lu Yuan walked steadily to the center, smiled, and repeated, "Your Majesty, this humble servant has returned."
The young Emperor stammered, "Re-Returned, that's good."
Lu Yuan adjusted the cuffs of his court robes casually, as if chatting idly, and spoke with an air of indifference, "During my absence, some filth made its way into my household. I took the liberty of cleaning up the place, which caused my delay to court. I beg Your Majesty's pardon."
Cleaning up the household? Wasn't this outright admitting last night's events were his doing?
