"Your Majesty," Eunuch Ge cautiously entered Zhaohai Palace, bowed his head, and reported, "Minister Zheng and Mr. Zheng are kneeling outside the hall, requesting an audience with Your Majesty."
"I will not see them."
Emperor Taihe's face was extremely grim, forcing out a few words, "I won't see anyone today."
Eunuch Ge retreated out.
Emperor Taihe had been strictly taught since childhood to maintain the dignity and decorum of the Imperial Family at all times. Now, he no longer had the mood or energy to sit upright. He was almost half-lying, half-sitting on the Dragon Throne, his head resting against the back of the chair, his eyes empty and lifeless.
So tired!
So absurd!
Ever since the Left General was impeached and escorted to the Capital City, events had unfolded one after another, one linked to the next. What it all implied, how could he, the Emperor, not understand?
