There is, and only one possibility.
"Did something happen to the Grand Ancestor Empress Dowager?"
That's what they thought.
No one among the civil and military officials dared to make a sound or stand out.
Even Zang Taiyuan, Tang Wenzheng, and the other three Cabinet Scholars had lost their previous composure.
Their heads hung so low they almost touched their chests, staring intently at their toes, not daring to lift their heads.
For fear of saying half a wrong word and angering Ji Changshou sitting above.
Because His Majesty the Emperor's face was deathly pale, even whiter than a ghost who has died unjustly for three days.
No one moved, no one spoke.
In fact, everyone's breathing was particularly light, ears perked up, listening to the sounds coming from outside the hall.
If their guesses were correct, then a real change was imminent.
At this time, it was not a question of future prospects or family reputation, but about how to stay alive.
