章節 1537: The Strike (3)

The chief steward wasn't the only one who thought that way.

Everyone stood on tiptoe and craned their necks, hoping that the empress dowager would show up out of the blue, save the day, and end this terrifying confrontation.

But what the chief steward told them only made them despair.

"Her Majesty is still unconscious?"

"What do we do now? What are we going to do?"

"Who else can stop this fight? This is a disaster!"

"Oh god… The empire… What's going to happen now…"

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Meanwhile, Emperor Wu was glaring at Jun Linyuan with eyes that could spit fire.

Of course he knew that everyone was watching.

Because of that, he felt utterly ashamed!

It was already humiliating to fight his son in public, but the brat wouldn't back off, and acted so stubborn.

Emperor Wu was furious.

Even if he wanted to stop, he still needed an excuse.

But —