Great Chen, Wanyi, Imperial Palace.
The newly appointed Chief of the Inner Court, Jia Bao, nervously approached Emperor Qian'an from behind, striving to control his voice to an appropriate level, neither too high nor too low, and then slowly spoke.
"Your Majesty, the two envoys who were arranged to leave the city with the Jing Army last night have already lost contact. Judging by previous occurrences, I'm afraid they have... met with misfortune."
Upon hearing this voice, Emperor Qian'an suddenly clenched his fingers, smashing the teacup in his hand directly at the face of the Chief of the Inner Court, Jia Bao.
"Useless!"
The latter allowed the scalding tea to pour over his face, with tea leaves still hanging from his nose, but dared not wipe them away, only kneeling on the ground with a thump, repeatedly pleading for Emperor Qian'an's forgiveness.
After a dozen breaths, Emperor Qian'an, tired of the pleas for forgiveness, impatiently waved his hand.
