Chapter 1908

Inside the Jin Luan Hall.

Wu Zhao's resolute voice, carrying endless coldness, reached Gao Yang's ears.

Gao Yang's body paused imperceptibly, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped by an invisible giant hand, a wave of cramping pain, but in an instant, it was suppressed by him.

He dared not look up, and even more dared not look at the expression on Wu Zhao's face.

Anger?

Disappointment?

Or perhaps... endless pain?

Gao Yang slowly, with an extremely solemn posture—not toward the emperor, but toward this woman whom he had also once viewed as light and always looked at without distraction—bowed deeply.

"This subject... Gao Yang, thanks Your Majesty for your permission!"

The voice was low, yet clearly echoed in the empty hall.

Then.

He stood up.

Without another moment of hesitation, he turned resolutely and strode toward the hall door.

Inside the Imperial Study, that purple-gold crown brought back from the Jin Luan Hall, symbolizing the supreme power of Da Qian's civil officials, was abandoned on the ground.

Outside the window, the golden sunlight fell on the purple-gold crown, shining brilliantly, burning Wu Zhao's vision.

Wu Zhao stared straight at the direction Gao Yang had left, her fists clenching bit by bit, her nails digging deeply into her palms, bringing a sharp, stinging pain.

He actually... actually really left.

So resolutely! So... clean and neat!

From now on, in this treacherous court, chaotic world, and the sanctions of the three kingdoms, there would never again be a person named Gao Yang to help her.

In the Jin Luan Hall, there would also never again be a cheeky, daring official who, whenever her gaze looked over, was either looking at her legs or looking at her chest.

The road ahead, she could only walk alone.

Whether it was covered in thorns or a smooth path, there would not be a person named Gao Yang accompanying her.

Thinking of this, her heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

This moment.

Her heart hurt so much, hurt so much she couldn't breathe, as if she couldn't catch her breath.

She tilted her head back, looking at the carved beams and painted rafters of the dome, trying her best to hold back the tears that were about to fall again.

"You are Wu Zhao, you are the master of Da Qian, the Empress who can decide the fate of millions with one word!" Wu Zhao roared crazily in her heart, cheering herself on.

"I am the Son of Heaven... how can my tears flow for a scoundrel who treats me like worn-out shoes? But this heart... why does this heart feel like it's being repeatedly cut by a dull knife... Wu Zhao, you are truly useless!"

Be strong!

He is not worth it!

Treat him as dust, you cannot cry!

The more Wu Zhao wanted to hold back, the more she told herself not to cry, the more the tears in her tear glands could not be held back.

Even with her head tilted back, the tears still couldn't stop sliding down her cheeks, hitting the cold dragon desk.

Plop!

One drop after another.

Rolling down!

In the chaos, as if venting, Wu Zhao's hand suddenly swept across the desk; memorials, brush racks, and inkstones clattered to the ground!

She picked up a piece of mutton-fat white jade that Gao Yang had given her and smashed it fiercely against the ground!

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the jade pendant shattered into pieces.

"Gao Yang, you bastard!"

"By what right do you slander me like this? By what right?"

"I want to kill you!"

At this time.

A sound of footsteps rang out outside the Imperial Study.

"Could it be..."

After Wu Zhao's venting, she was sitting on the dragon chair, her tear stains not yet dry, her phoenix eyes bloodshot.

When she heard the footsteps, she raised her head almost instantly.

What came into view, however, were the Zhang brothers.

A flash of disappointment crossed Wu Zhao's eyes, her face turned into extreme coldness, and her voice was extremely cold.

"This subject Zhang Ping pays respects to Your Majesty!"

"This subject Zhang Shou pays respects to Your Majesty!"

As soon as the Zhang brothers entered, they hurriedly knelt to salute, but both were extremely shocked.

Memorials, brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were scattered everywhere on the ground.

Wu Zhao was slumped on the dragon chair; although her face was extremely indifferent, the tear stains at the corners of her eyes had not yet dried!

The whole person looked dejected, like a soulless, walking corpse.

"What are you here for?" Wu Zhao asked coldly.

She was very irritable now, very much wanting to kill someone; these words were said while suppressing the anger in her heart.

Zhang Ping sensed something was wrong.

The two of them had originally been outside the Jin Luan Hall, discussing finding an opportunity to visit Gao Yang properly and give him some small gifts.

As a result, all the officials came out, looking dejected.

The two of them asked, and only then learned a shocking piece of news: Gao Yang had publicly resigned in the Jin Luan Hall, treating even the Duke of the State title and the python robe as worn-out shoes!

The two hurriedly rushed over, but they didn't dare to get close, and couldn't get close.

They could only watch from afar as Gao Yang walked out of the Imperial Study alone, without wearing the purple-gold crown on his head.

Only then did they truly confirm!

Gao Yang, he was playing for real!

He had truly resigned.

The two hurriedly came in, one to "show loyalty," and the second, naturally, to "kick someone while they're down."

Especially before entering, the Zhang brothers had heard Wu Zhao in a rage, wanting to kill Gao Yang.

This further corroborated their judgment; what emperor could endure such great humiliation?

But Zhang Ping sensed something was wrong.