Forced her into demonic possession: There will be no more gods in the world!

Chapter 104 The Emperor's Wrath

“Indeed, you’re right, it’s really not worth it,” Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. Did this mean that his lord wasn’t angry and that his life was safe?

"Mingyi, take some men and rescue everyone in the Jing family. That way, we can negotiate with him. Also, take the token to Jing Sheng. I believe he definitely has evidence."

Murong Qian was confident that she would not lose the gamble. Jing Sheng must have something in his possession, and only by handing it over could Tang Luo's life be saved.

Since Jing Sheng's incident, the emperor has become increasingly difficult to deal with, even more tyrannical, causing those who serve him to become extremely cautious, fearing that they might anger the emperor and lose their heads.

"You must come up with a solution to this matter. Have you all been keeping me around for nothing? You haven't even noticed Jing Sheng standing right under your noses for so long. What are you all good for?! Huh?!?!" The emperor's anger made the kneeling officials below not dare to breathe.

Even the Crown Prince kept his mouth shut, fearing that the Emperor would take his anger out on him. After all, the Emperor was not angry that Jing Sheng's embezzlement had just been discovered, but that the matter had been exposed.

If things continue like this, his wealth will inevitably be threatened, and who will help him amass wealth in the future?

Moreover, this matter is not only about Jing Sheng being impeached, but it has also caused a great uproar among the people. If this matter is not handled properly, those students from poor families will probably not let it go.

It's not just students from poor families who are already talking about it; ordinary people are also discussing it. If things aren't handled properly, it could cause public outrage, and they might not even be able to sit on the throne securely, let alone deal with the gold and silver.

This was clearly putting him, the emperor, in a very difficult position. No matter how he handled the situation, it was unacceptable. He had been emperor for so many years, and this was the first time he had felt so frustrated. Now he wished he could skin the person behind the scenes alive.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the atmosphere turned sour that everyone present felt like they were being placed on a scorching stove one moment and in a freezing ice cellar the next. Even the Crown Prince couldn't quite figure out what the Emperor was thinking at that moment.

They could only kneel on the ground with their heads bowed, terrified that the emperor would notice them and call their names.

Not only was the Crown Prince afraid, but the ministers below him shared the same thoughts. Among them, Yun Ting was the most active in his thinking. He thought, "Now that the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel has fallen, is it time to arrange for my own person to take his place? If Song Jin were to take the position, not only would I gain face, but I could also become a favorite of the Emperor."

Yun Ting thought about it more and more and felt that this matter was feasible. He had to go home and discuss it with Song Jin and Xiao Lian. This was an excellent thing. When Rong'er married the Crown Prince and became the Crown Princess, he would be able to become the Emperor's father-in-law in no time, and his status would rise accordingly.

When the time comes, what good is the Wei family, or even the Grand Tutor? Can they compare to the Emperor's father-in-law? When the Crown Prince ascends the throne, my Rong'er will become the Empress.

When the time comes, the Wei family will have to pay their respects to the Empress, and I will become an unshakeable figure in the previous dynasty. Everyone who sees me will have to give me special treatment.

Yun Ting thought about it more and more and felt that this matter was feasible. He was so immersed in his own thoughts that he did not even hear the emperor calling him. It was only when the officials next to him nudged him a few times with their elbows that he came back to his senses.

After calling out to Yun Ting a few times without receiving a reply, the emperor's face darkened. This was the imperial study, yet they dared to be so presumptuous. Did a mere prime minister not even respect him?

"Yun Ting, how dare you be so absent-minded at a time like this!" The emperor grabbed the teacup beside him and smashed it directly at the kneeling Yun Ting.

The teacup arced through the air before slamming heavily onto Yun Ting's right temple. Scalding tea splashed out instantly, raining down on Yun Ting's face.

"Ah!" Yun Ting cried out in pain, his body involuntarily leaning backward. He felt a burning pain spreading from his forehead, as if he were being scorched by flames. The scalding tea streamed down his cheeks, quickly soaking his collar and chest.

Yun Ting's face immediately turned bright red, covered in swollen, red welts. He covered his forehead with his hand, trying to ease the unbearable pain. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly held them back.

Yun Ting's legs buckled, and he instantly collapsed to his knees on the cold ground, his forehead making a crisp sound as it hit the ground.

His hands trembled as he covered his head, his eyes tightly shut, and he mumbled incoherently, "Your Majesty, spare my life..."

He lowered his head so low it was almost buried in the ground, not daring to look up at the emperor's majestic expression, for he was afraid of seeing anger and dissatisfaction on the emperor's face.

At that moment, a sharp chill spread rapidly from the soles of his feet to every part of his body, causing him to shiver involuntarily, his heart filled with fear and unease. He thought to himself: Am I really going to be executed by the Emperor?

At this moment, silence speaks louder than words; the entire palace was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The crown prince stood to one side, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He bit his lip tightly, not daring to breathe out a single breath, even his breathing became cautious, as if afraid that the sound of his breathing would break the terrible silence.

His gaze was fixed on the emperor, his heart filled with fear and unease. He knew the emperor was in a terrible mood, and if he made the slightest mistake, he could become the target of the emperor's wrath.

So he could only stand there silently, trying his best not to make any noise, so as not to attract the emperor's attention.

Time passed second by second, and the prince felt his heart beating faster and faster, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

He didn't know how long this torment would last, but he knew all too well that if the emperor turned his anger on him, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, he could only pray silently that the storm would pass as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Yun Ting felt a burning sensation on his face, but he didn't react at all, and didn't even realize that he had been scalded by hot tea.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in the fear of death, as if he had lost all sense of perception. His body seemed to have entered a cold ice cellar, and the surrounding air became unusually cold, sending chills down one's spine.

In this extremely tense atmosphere, he felt that time was passing very slowly, and every second felt like a year.

He prayed incessantly, hoping to escape this calamity.

However, as time ticked by, his despair grew, and he even began to doubt whether he would leave the room alive. Just then, he heard the Emperor's deep, authoritative voice…