They dared not slack off even a bit, because the person behind the door was the last fang of Dongchang, also the only one who could keep them alive, the Director of Dongchang.
Now the entire court, both civil and military officials, were waiting to see Dongchang's disgrace. Those forces once tormented by Dongchang also began to stir, frantically seeking revenge on Dongchang…
And as members of the Twelve Guardians of Dongchang, they were naturally the prime targets for revenge.
Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back in front of the quiet room's gate, his dark robe billowing without wind.
The piercing cold air emanating from his sleeves caused the surrounding air to frost over delicately.
He slightly raised his eyes, gazing impassively at the people below the stairs.
Wherever his gaze landed, a layer of thin ice silently covered the bluestone tiles.
"My orders..."
Lu Xuan's voice was neither light nor heavy, yet it made Cao Er, who knelt at the front, shudder all over.
