Zhou Shuren shrank his neck, trying to lower his presence as much as possible. His eyes darted everywhere. The court's civil and military officials had virtually all collapsed to the ground. The Zhang clan had to admit, their plan was rigorous. To save their own lives, the court's civil and military officials had no choice but to support Zhang Yang for succession.
Wong Ju didn't dare make a sound. The main hall was too quiet, his chubby hands grasping one of his own father and one of Zhou Shuren.
Zhou Shuren was mentally exhausted. He wanted to move, but he couldn't. Several hands clutched at his official robe; he had no sense of security, yet somehow, he had become someone else's security.
The Crown Prince's face was cold, "The remaining scum of the Zhang clan."
Gu Ren, no, Zhang Ren laughed, "I share the same bloodline as the royal family. If we are scum, what does that make the Emperor?"
