Da Xuan Imperial Palace, The Emperor's Bedchambers.
The gloomy hall was terrifyingly silent. The doors were shut tight, and even all the windows were sealed. The air was stale; if not for the burning incense, one could likely smell the stench of mildew.
The once-magnificent royal decorations now gave off a sinister feeling.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Minister Han has been waiting outside the door for an hour."
Wang Fu, the Chief Eunuch of the Ritual Department and the Emperor's most trusted confidant, knelt on the floor.
"I will not see him!"
The voice of Emperor Li Chengyuan rang out, clearly laced with irritation.
Seeing this, Wang Fu could only murmur his assent, his mind already churning with ways to deal with the old Minister from the Ministry of Personnel.
This situation had persisted for a full six months.
