2514 Lodging an Imperial Appeal
It was good that she was showing her emotions. Mo Lian's heart relaxed, and he stroked her hair tenderly.
When he turned around, he became a malevolent demon from hell. He pointed at the people from the shrine chillingly. "Imprison all of them! They cannot be released without an imperial edict."
"Understood!" Fang Su and the others feared to say more.
They knew that His Highness the Crown Prince was not in a good mood. They quickly hung their heads and answered in unison.
Mu Xingchen moved forward, but Mu Jingrui grabbed hold of him.
"Xingchen, let's go home first. This matter requires careful thought. Qiaoqiao must be in a bad mood right now. I think that it's best for us to not appear right now."
It had to be said that Mu Jingrui was indeed self-aware.
He knew that the little lady did not like people from the Mu Clan from beginning to end.
They had better not come out and annoy the little lady even more right now.
Mu Xingchen reluctantly watched Qiao Mu get into a carriage. He clenched his fists and then released them. He asked coldly, "What is going on with today's incident?"
"It looks like the Lunisolar Shrine caused it, but we still have to investigate the specific reason." Mu Jingrui quickly reassured, "Don't worry, I'll have this investigated. I'll inform you of any news at once."
***
On the other end.
The imperial palace.
At the desk inside the imperial study.
A middle-aged man with grave and stern eyes and a slightly pallid countenance was leaning back on his chair. His complexion was tinged with fatigue as the corner of his mouth curved apathetically.
As he heard the news relayed by the hidden guards, the man looked coldly at Hu Dequan, who was kneeling in front of the desk.
"They're returned to the Eastern Palace?"
"Uh, yes." Hu Dequan broke out into a cold sweat.
"The people from the shrine have all been imprisoned?"
"Yes!" Hu Dequan felt his throat go dry too, and he couldn't help but tremble.
The Divine Province Emperor's voice was extremely calm, but it sounded more like the rising wind that foreboded an incoming storm…
"Sheer foolishness!" The Divine Province Emperor smacked his palm on the desk. "How many casualties does the shrine have?"
Hu Dequan shuddered. "Ap-Approximately two to three hundred people d-died from the spiritual thunder talismans, with m-many injured. A-Afterwards, His Highness the Crown Prince t-threw them into the water dungeon. Due to heavy injuries and the chilly temperature in the water dungeon, plus the lack of treatment, a-another half died."
"Why are you only reporting such foolishness now?"
"Th-This servant…"
"He warned you, right?" The emperor was able to guess right away.
Truly a good son!
The emperor heaved a long sigh and leaned back even more tiredly on the chair. He waved his hand and said, "You're dismissed."
"Yes." As if granted amnesty, Hu Dequan was just about to dismiss himself.
He then heard a familiar wail coming from the outside. The elderly Vassal King of Jianping sped inside on his short stubby legs like a gust of wind and flopped to the floor at once. He wailed without tears, "Your Majesty! This younger brother cannot live on!"
This midget howled while weeping. He beat his chest and cried out while lying prone on the floor. He raised his head with particularly abundant facial expressions. "This younger brother truly cannot live on, Your Majesty!"
"Get up and say what is the matter." The emperor massaged his temples, his expression turning dour.
Even though the Vassal King of Jianping had a rather skittish temperament, the Divine Province Emperor was still a bit more tolerant of this youngest brother.
"The crown prince beat my son's behind badly in public just upon entering the capital." The Vassal King of Jianping wailed, "Does the crown prince still treat me as his uncle!? If the crown prince truly cannot tolerate my son…"
