"Do you intend to challenge His Majesty to a test?" Qiao Mu's gaze bore icy intensity as it fixed upon Zhongli Zhiwei. "Or is it you?"
Her attention then shifted to Madam Guo'an.
Both of them refrained from responding hastily.
/What did she mean by proposing a challenge to His Majesty? What capacity did they possess to substitute for His Majesty's actions?/
Qiao Mu stood up, an inexplicable stillness descending upon the main hall, muffling all surrounding voices.
The Emperor straightened in his throne. Upon witnessing the young crown prince consort rise and stride toward the heart of the audience hall, a barely noticeable tension raveled within him.
/This sensation was peculiar—a foreboding of imminent tragedy./
"Imperial Father!" The fervent cry of the crown prince consort stirred an air of hushed contemplation, concealing concealed smirks.
