Chapter 95
The grand hall of the imperial palace was thick with tension, a battlefield of words where each faction fought not with swords, but with influence and power. Ministers, nobles, and military generals gathered, their expressions ranging from barely concealed triumph to deep-seated unease. The golden dragon throne sat at the far end of the hall, a symbol of absolute authority, but even its presence did little to ease the undercurrents of discord rippling through the room.
At the heart of it all sat the emperor. His robes of deep imperial gold shimmered under the flickering lanterns, his expression unreadable as he listened to the voices of his court.
"Your Majesty," one of the senior ministers spoke first, bowing deeply. "The matter of the crown prince’s title must be settled today. The court has been patient, but further delay would only invite chaos."
Murmurs of agreement spread through the hall.
"Indeed, the nobles have spoken. The military has spoken. Even the common people whisper of it," another official added. "Liang Feng’s position is no longer tenable. The decree must be finalized."
The emperor remained silent, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his throne. Though his face betrayed nothing, his mind was far from still.
The noble factions had grown bold, thinking they had won. The military was split, some loyal to Liang Feng, others swayed by promises of power. His ministers pressed for action, believing the empire’s stability hinged on a swift decision.
Yet despite their certainty, despite their pressure, the emperor hesitated.
Because he knew.
Knew that his son, his crown prince, had not made a single move to resist in these past three days. he Knew that Liang Feng was not one to surrender so easily.
So, the emperor knew that something was up with that son of his..