บท 1180: My gentle tyrant (58)_1

The ministers realized something. Ever since the Imperial consort entered the palace, their Emperor seemed to have become much more normal. Although he still looked at them with a fierce gaze sometimes, he no longer killed people for no reason.

This made the ministers feel gratified and also slightly relieved. He didn't have to be on tenterhooks all the time, worried that his head might be separated from his neck at any time.

The Imperial consort was really virtuous and virtuous.

Standing at the head of the ministers was an old man with white hair. His hand holding the Jade archive was trembling slightly, and tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes.

He was the Grand tutor, Fu Qing. He was also one of Prince Yuan Xian's teachers.

His Majesty's atrocities over the years were enough to erase everything he had done. The hero was pulled down from the altar and had long become a devil that everyone spurned.