Chapter 330 - 330 When Did His Official Robe Become A Dragon Robe?
330 When Did His Official Robe Become A Dragon Robe?
Early the next morning, in Xuanzheng Hall.
Gu Yihan’s morning court sessions were usually serious and boring.
The officials were respectful and didn’t dare to say anything wrong when reporting matters.
Otherwise, they would probably face Gu Yihan’s fierce scolding or a beating.
Many officials had lost their lives in the golden hall.
However, today, the morning court had just begun and Gu Yihan had yet to arrive.
The officials waiting outside the hall were discussing their official businesses.
Bai Yi and Ye Siming stood in front of the military officials.
Ye Siming’s eyes were indifferent and he looked straight ahead as if he was bored and in a daze.
As for Bai Yi, he forced himself to prop up his sick body. His lips were pale, but he looked much better.
Suddenly, a bright yellow figure walked over from the palace gate not far away.
The officials quickly straightened up. Some tidied their clothes, while others adjusted their official hats.
However, Bai Yi frowned.
That was strange. Why did this person not look like Gu Yihan?
That person walked very quickly and there were not many eunuchs following behind him.
How could the officials dare to think too much about it? They quickly lowered their heads and knelt.
“This subject pays his respects to His Majesty!” A wave of cheers sounded in unison.
However, just as Bai Yi was about to kneel, Ye Siming grabbed his arm.
The youth’s tone was indifferent with a hint of mockery. “Don’t you only kneel to the emperor? This person isn’t the emperor.”
Not the emperor?!
Ye Siming’s words stunned Bai Yi and the officials beside him.
Everyone looked up and saw that the person who had hurriedly climbed up the white jade steps was indeed not Gu Yihan!
It was an inspection by a fourth-grade military inspector by the name of Bian Yuanzhong!
Bian Yuanzhong felt uncomfortable last night and didn’t sleep well. He actually woke up late this morning.
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.