Volume One, Chapter Two: Signing In at the Golden Throne Hall, the Sovereign's Supreme Body!

The sky was just beginning to brighten, the morning light faint and dim.

Deep within the cold dungeon, the heavy iron door creaked open, followed by the metallic clinking of armor.

“Take him away!”

A voice devoid of emotion issued the order.

Several imperial guards clad in dark armor strode in, roughly hoisting up Ye Xuan, who lay among a pile of thatch as if already lifeless.

Ye Xuan’s body was limp like a puddle of mud, his eyes tightly shut, his breath barely perceptible as they dragged him along.

His prison clothes were stained a dark red from dried blood, and his entire being exuded the putrid aura of death.

The guards looked at him with nothing but disdain and disgust.

Is this the audacious Eighth Prince who dared to covet the imperial consort?

Truly a disgrace to the royal family.

Ye Xuan was dragged across the rough stone floor, his tattered clothes scraping against it, yet he showed no reaction, seeming indeed like a corpse.

However, beneath his sealed eyelids, a pair of eyes were terrifyingly alert.

With every inch of his body, he absorbed the atmosphere—from the damp, shadowy dungeon, through the solemn and forbidding palace corridor, to the Golden Dragon Hall, the very symbol of supreme authority in the Great Qian Empire.

The air, thick with the ever-present scent of dragon’s amber, was mingled faintly with the metallic tang of his own blood.

With a thud, the guards threw him down onto the cold, hard stone tiles of the Golden Dragon Hall as if he were a dead dog.

The hall was silent, with civil and military officials arrayed along both sides, all eyes fixed upon the bloodied figure at the center, whose fate was unknown.

Their gazes ranged from pity and schadenfreude, to indifference and contempt.

Yet no one stepped forward to utter a single word in defense of the fallen Eighth Prince.

Seated high upon the dragon throne, Emperor Ye Qingtian’s face was unreadable, his eyes deep and unfathomable like an ancient well, betraying no hint of emotion.

Beside him, Crown Prince Ye Tian wore a faint, almost imperceptible sneer, his eyes shining with satisfaction and disdain.

Ants, after all, remain ants.

“Father!”

The Crown Prince stepped forward, his voice loud and filled with righteous fervor.

“The Eighth Prince has committed such heinous, inhuman acts, trampling upon family ethics and tarnishing the royal dignity. His crimes are unforgivable!”

“I beseech Your Majesty to issue an edict ordering his public execution, to serve as a warning and uphold the law!”

His words echoed through the Golden Dragon Hall, filled with the sharpness of death.

Many officials aligned with the Crown Prince immediately stepped forward to echo his call.

“Your Highness speaks rightly! Such a traitor must be executed to appease the people!”

“Please, Your Majesty, decree his judgment!”

In an instant, the hall was thick with a murderous atmosphere.

Everyone believed the already insignificant Eighth Prince was doomed today.

At that moment, a strong, aged voice rang out.

“Your Majesty, you must not!”

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