It's like being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing intense pain.
He clenched his fists instinctively, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
A chill unconsciously emanated from his body, and the air around him seemed to thin out because of this chill.
However, just as his emotions were about to completely spiral out of control and this chill was about to spread unchecked, he caught a glimpse of Su Jinyun not far away out of the corner of his eye.
Su Jinyun's face was full of anger, and her eyes, which were usually as gentle as spring lake water, now seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
Wherever his cold, sharp gaze swept, those around him instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
The chill emanating from her was almost freezing, as if it could freeze the surrounding air into sharp ice crystals.
Qin Shouzhen suddenly came to his senses, realizing his loss of composure. He quickly took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, trying to suppress the anger and worry in his heart.
He slowly loosened his fist, and the knuckles that had turned white from the force gradually regained their color, silently suppressing the bad emotions that were about to erupt.
He knew very well that his colleagues in the court were already trembling with fear and dared not utter a sound under the oppressive atmosphere of Su Jinyun.
They were like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and the slightest carelessness would provoke this enraged "beast".
If both prime ministers were to lose their temper at the same time, the Golden Palace would likely be instantly enveloped in an atmosphere of extreme tension.
Furthermore, this is a matter concerning the royal family, and the emperor's face must be taken into consideration no matter what.
After all, the empress's childbirth is a matter of royal honor and the succession of the dynasty, and is a major event for the entire dynasty.
As a subject, it would be inappropriate to make a scene in court over such a trivial matter, as it would only create a tense situation.
It would only increase the emperor's troubles, and might even be used by those with ulterior motives, causing unnecessary turmoil.
Qin Shouzhen suppressed his emotions, tried to calm his breathing, and couldn't help but secretly scrutinize Su Jinyun again.
Normally, Su Jinyun always appears gentle and intelligent. When handling government affairs, she is organized and capable, and can resolve many problems with her witty remarks, making people feel like they are bathed in a spring breeze.
But at this moment, he realized that this young girl was so intimidating when she got angry, with a powerful aura, like a majestic lion, making people afraid of her.
He couldn't help but think to himself that his daughter, having married her, would surely not suffer any injustice in the future.
Given Su Jinyun's protective nature, she must cherish Qianluo dearly, so how could she tolerate others bullying her so easily?
Thinking about it this way, Qin Shouzhen's originally tense heart relaxed a little, and his expression gradually returned to its usual calm.
However, a barely perceptible hint of worry would occasionally flash in his eyes as he glanced at the palace gate.
The news that Qin Qianluo and Su Jinyun were about to get married in the imperial court was like a storm that arrived quietly, quickly causing a great uproar among the court officials.
Some ministers with ulterior motives, like sharks smelling blood, couldn't wait to start whispering among themselves.
Their eyes gleamed with ill intent, and their words were full of malicious speculation and unfounded doubts about the marriage.
Especially those few young officials who had just entered the court and were still green on the inside, wearing brand-new but slightly ill-fitting court robes, looked out of place in this solemn court.
Their youthful faces still bore the arrogance and ignorance of newcomers, lacking a deep understanding of the cutthroat nature of the court and the intricate web of power.
They harbored dreams of using improper means to quickly rise to prominence and climb into the core of power in the ever-changing political arena.
In their narrow-minded view, this marriage was the "opportunity" they had been dreaming of.
They hid in dimly lit corners, in secret places in the government offices, or in secret rooms of the mansion, whispering among themselves and plotting what they thought was a flawless conspiracy.
Their understanding of King Jinrui Zhao was limited to rumors circulating in the streets and alleys and some hearsay stories.
I have never truly witnessed her decisiveness on the battlefield or her skillful maneuvering in the imperial court.
They naively believed that as long as they publicized the marriage and fabricated some rumors, they could stir up a storm of public opinion.
He would ruin the reputations of Prime Minister Su and Prince Jinrui, thus paving a shortcut for his own meteoric rise to power.
They were immersed in their own beautiful dreams, their eyes gleaming with greed and eagerness, as if the throne of power was already within reach.
However, the wheel of fate quietly turned at this moment, and a change that could alter the political landscape of the court suddenly occurred—the Empress went into premature labor.
As Jinrui Zhaowang entered the inner palace with his token, he showed no panic or hesitation, his eyes revealing an innate confidence and composure.
Meanwhile, Prime Minister Su, who was waiting for news in the Golden Palace, also displayed a chilling aura.
Dressed in a magnificent court robe, she sat upright in the main hall, her posture as immovable as a majestic mountain.
Her face was cold and stern, and her eyes were like cold stars, sharp and deep, making people afraid to look directly at her.
Whenever her gaze swept over them, the ministers would unconsciously lower their heads, not daring to utter a sound.
The cold, imposing aura emanating from her was like a raging winter wind, sweeping across the entire court and filling the air with a sense of oppression.
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