The emperor's rage consumes the capital..

"What do you mean the Noble Consort has not returned?!" Yi Wenkui's voice were mixed with panic and rage when he hit the table with a thud and stood sending all the servants to the ground prostrating. He glared at the empress at his side who failed to hide her small smile in time. "Why are you smiling? Are you happy that the Noble Consort is now missing?"

Han Yaling could already feel a cold tingle down her back looking at his furious expression. Her instincts told her that she was now in a very precarious situation so she quickly bowed. "Your Majesty, I d-dare not."

The Empress Dowager who stood by his corner tried to quell her son's anger when she realized how agitated the emperor was over Zhan Yanhui's disappearance. "Your Majesty, please calm down. I am sure she just spent the night in the Zhan residence or somewhere else-"