After one night of fermentation, the rumors about Yu Zhao's assassination had spread like wildfire across the imperial capital city of the Yu Empire and its surroundings.
Inside the most luxurious and famous teahouse in the imperial capital city, a group of high-ranking ministers gathered around a large round wooden table.
Although the table was filled with delicious food and high-quality wine, nobody moved their chopsticks.
The atmosphere was gloomy, and everyone's expression was tense.
When the dishes had turned cold, one of them finally spoke.
Looking at his colleagues, the Director of the Hanlin Academy said, "Everyone, now that the Prince Regent has died in an assassination, what is your plan for the future?"
When asked by him, the Minister of Rites frowned deeply.
