Consort Suk, her face deathly pale, looked upon the Supreme Harmony Hall, now a scene of chaos with Brocade Guards, Eastern Depot agents, and eunuchs all tangled together.
“Protect Her Highness Consort Suk!”
“Traitors! Capture the traitors!!”
The Imperial soldiers and Eastern Depot agents rushed to capture Consort Suk, while the Brocade Guards soldiers hurried to protect her, following the orders of the Brocade Guard Commander. Amidst it all, Consort Suk was pushed and jostled about, barely maintaining her safety.
‘This is not what I wanted.’
This is not it. The Brocade Guards should not have moved hastily; the battle should have occurred only after the rebels arrived. The Brocade Guard Commander had led his soldiers to stand before the emperor, but he was originally one allowed to wear a sword before the emperor.
So there was nothing particularly strange about it. For any minister of a great nation could come before the emperor and plead their grievances.
‘But why…’
Consort Suk looked at the emperor standing at the highest point of the Supreme Harmony Hall. As if he had already anticipated this situation, he looked down upon the battle without a single change of expression.
‘A person who, ordinarily, would hesitate to make a decision, citing this reason or that…’