436, In early summer that year, standing inside the Imperial Palace, like a lackey (5k).

Silence.

A chilly spring breeze swept past the hem of Zhao Douan's official robe from outside the gate, blowing directly onto the faces of the court ministers inside the hall.

Everyone's expressions seemed frozen, and some even raised their hands to shield their eyes from the strong light streaming in from outside.

Zhao Douan... Zhao Douan... Wasn't he already dead? Why is he here?

Resurrection?

As this absurd thought arose in the minds of many ministers, they immediately squashed it, realizing the truth:

"Fake death!"

Imperial Censor Yuann Li's lips moved as he uttered these two words, his face initially flushing slightly, then showing an excited expression.

Then, a look of realization appeared in his wise eyes. He turned his head to glance at Luan Cheng, noticing that the magistrate indeed appeared calm, further confirming his judgment.