Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 427: The Hall of Golden Chimes

Late at night, within the imperial palace, the Imperial Study.

Candlelight blazed brightly, and the scent of sandalwood drifted softly in the air.

The Son of Heaven of Great Xing, clad in his bright yellow dragon robe, finished reading the official document delivered overnight by the Cloud Hidden Sect's External Affairs Office, along with the attached copy of the secret letter concerning the "Ten Thousand Soul Banner" and the "Corpse Puppets."

After reading the secret letter, the Emperor suddenly asked, "Tell me, after this Xu Qing topples the Yongchang Marquis, will he become a second Yongchang Marquis?"

The eunuch was taken aback and replied cautiously, "This... this lowly servant dares not speculate."

The Emperor smiled, a smile laced with profound meaning.

"It doesn't matter if he does. Topple one, and I'll use the next. This imperial court never lacks for people who want to climb the ladder."

He set down the secret letter, his gaze profound.

On his face, usually marked with authority and exhaustion, a slow, meaningful smile began to form.

He carefully tucked the secret letter—one capable of overturning the entire court—into his sleeve."Go. 'Accidentally' leak this information to the Second Steward of the Yongchang Marquis Manor. Say that... someone has secretly reported to Xu Qing a letter documenting the Yongchang Marquis's correspondence with the Northern Barbarians."

The eunuch understood immediately. "Your Majesty intends to force the Yongchang Marquis to make the first move?"

The Emperor picked up his teacup. "I also want to see exactly how many cards he has left to play."

He walked to the window, gazing out at the deep, dark night, and murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"Xu Qing, Xu Qing... I have delivered this blade you've dreamed of into your hands. Do not, under any circumstances, disappoint me."

...

hour, the sky had not yet lightened, and the capital still slumbered. Yet outside

the corners of the officials' wide ceremonial robes and brushing across faces that were either grim or bewildered. This morning's court session carried an unusual, oppressive atmosphere, like the heavy

ranks below the marble steps according to their official grades,

a three-beamed court crown, stood like a cast-iron statue at the

closed, his expression as calm as still water. On his weathered

sense had been present, they might have noticed that within his sleeve, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. Deep in his eyes

night, he had received that

few short sentences, but they struck him like a

as an insignificant ant—had somehow obtained a

was real or fake, nor did he know how much the other party had uncovered. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that the other party's intention was as clear as day—the dagger

Qing! A fine, venomous serpent who had bided

Marquis will see it through to the end! Since there's no escape,

the initiative than to be passively

Yuan's eye twitched

the middle of the formation of officials, a Censor from the Gate, who normally had close dealings with the Yongchang Marquis Manor and whose duties included impeachment and investigation,

"Dong—dong—dong—"

came three distant,

morning court session had

"The Emperor has arrived!"

announcement, the Son of Heaven of Great Xing, in his bright yellow dragon robe, walked with steady steps into the Hall of Golden Chimes, flanked by rows of palace maids and eunuchs. He slowly ascended the dragon throne, the

the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!

of salutations shook the entire Hall

swept

Everyone held their breath, waiting to

that Censor from the Gate took a slight breath and