"Grant the blessing," the Emperor sighed, waving his hand at the stunned eunuchs. "And double the palace guards. That little sociopath is definitely going to blow something up."
While the capital was thrown into absolute, panicked confusion over the sudden Vanguard wedding, the civil court officials were sweating bullets. They had just lost the Ministry of Revenue to a spectacular, terrifying treason charge. Now, the Vanguard Madam was throwing a massive, rushed wedding, and every single high-ranking official was expected to attend. The old foxes of the court sat in their studies, biting their nails, frantically trying to figure out if the wedding banquet was actually a trap to poison them all.
Because all eyes, all paranoia, and all the capital's gossip were entirely focused on the wedding preparations, absolutely no one noticed the shadows moving in the dark.
