Commander Lu even drew his sword and began rummaging inside the tripod.
From the ashes, he used his bare hands to pick out a fragment of yellow cloth that hadn't been completely burned.
A few characters were still visible on it.
Mo Lingwei immediately ordered his trusted men, "Go to Consort Rong's palace yourselves. Find the scriptures she actually transcribed and bring them here."
"Yes."
The Emperor's expression was stormy. He glanced down and saw Consort Rong's fingernails digging deep into her palms.
Though he hadn't asked a thing, he already had a sinking feeling.
Before long, the Crown Prince's men returned and presented several dozen scripture scrolls.
The Emperor unrolled one and compared the handwriting to the fragment of unburnt yellow cloth.
Everyone fell silent. Aside from the whistling wind, there was only dead quiet.
Time ticked by, second by second.
The Emperor's expression grew glacial.
