Huyan Ping was also entering the palace for the first time. Although he appeared calm, his heart was very tense. He squeezed his way between Zhong Yao and his eldest son, wishing he could stick to Zhong Yao.
Especially when they needed to walk a long flight of steps to the mourning hall, flanked on both sides by guards holding spears or large knives. These guards' piercing gazes were even more intense than those of the guards on the main road of the Imperial City earlier. Huyan Ping followed Zhong Yao step by step, almost leaning onto him.
Zhong Yao: … With such a blustery façade hiding a timid nature, can he really carry out the task of instigation?
At this moment, Zhong Yao began to doubt his own judgment.
On the other hand, the Huyan brothers, Wen and Wu, walked upwards with heads held high and a solemn expression.
Before even reaching the main hall, the sound of weeping could be heard from inside.
