Afraid that he would miss the morning court assembly, he hurriedly put on his clothes and left in a sedan chair.
Fortunately, by the time he arrived at the palace in a hurry, the emperor had yet to arrive!
When Bian Yuanzhong saw everyone kneeling on the ground, he was still puzzled.
Could it be that the emperor was following behind him?!
He suddenly turned around and saw that there was no one behind him.
Bian Yuanzhong wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
However, he realized that his colleagues were all staring at him as if they had seen a ghost.
Some were stunned, some were shocked, and some were waiting to watch a good show.
What did they mean by this? Could it be that he hadn’t washed his face cleanly today?
That was what Bian Yuanzhong thought.
At this moment, Bian Yuanzhong saw General Song glaring at him with a cold expression.
He didn’t understand.
He usually had an excellent relationship with General Song and always interacted with him secretly. He often relied on General Song’s guidance and support as well.
General Song had even helped him do a treacherous thing!
Why was General Song not giving him a good attitude now?
General Song’s expression seemed to tell him that a calamity was coming.
Bian Yuanzhong felt puzzled and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw that the sleeves of his official robe which should have been brown had turned bright yellow?!
What… was going on?
…
At this moment, Gu Yihan, who was supposed to go to court, was asked to stay in the imperial study by Noble Consort Qiao, who had suddenly returned to the palace.
Gu Yihan tidied his clothes and patted his dragon robe in front of the bronze mirror.
“Noble Consort, don’t be in a hurry to come back if you’re alone. You don’t have to serve me. If you don’t want to stay in your parents’ house anymore, hurry up and bring Nuo’er back to the palace.”
Noble Consort Qiao, who was behind him, had a solemn expression.
The noble consort was dressed simply today, completely different from how she usually liked to dress gorgeously.
Noble Consort Qiao’s cardamom-red hands were holding a square box.