The light of the morning sun flooded the palace as Tang Wanzhuang headed off to court.0

The past two days had been packed with an endless stream of tasks. No one had the luxury of leisure. Even straightforward matters—like determining the fate of the imprisoned imposter—had yet to be resolved. Tang Wanzhuang’s own subordinate, Qin Dingjiang, had once raised his hand against her, and whether he deserved punishment was a question she had not yet even had time to address. The newly established dynasty, born under such exceptional circumstances, had far weightier issues to handle. These minor concerns could not even make the agenda.0

If not for the urgency of Tang Wanzhuang’s treatment, yesterday would not have devolved into stolen moments of intimacy. It would have been a day filled with serious deliberations.0

Zhao Changhe could not imagine what...0