The mad princess forces love upon him, and the aloof imperial advisor trembles every night.

"But Princess, this Great Chu does not belong to you alone!"

"The Great Chu has a king above, officials below, and common people below! It's not up to you to make the decisions!"

"How could you... how could you resort to such cruel methods, bribing men in black to infiltrate the Prime Minister's residence and have all... all... amputated... of the men in my Pei family!!"

Unable to continue, he collapsed onto his wheelchair and sobbed uncontrollably.

The entire court was in uproar.

Pei Wenzheng suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot:

"Your Majesty! I hereby accuse Princess Chu Qingyue of privately raising assassins, murdering court officials, and persecuting the descendants of loyal officials. Her actions are utterly cruel and inhuman!"

"Such behavior is unworthy of a royal princess!"

"Your Majesty, I beg you to strip her of her title of Princess, reclaim her military power in the Northern Underworld, and send her to the execution ground to be beheaded and her head displayed to the public, so as to uphold the law of the land!!!"

The Chu Emperor glanced at Chu Qingyue.

His daughter remained calm and composed, admiring the bright red nail polish on her hand, as if she were not the one being accused by the prime minister.

His calm and composed demeanor made the Chu Emperor nod inwardly—this composure truly had the bearing of an emperor.

The Marquis of Huainan stepped forward, filled with righteous indignation:

"Where does the Princess's behavior place the laws and regulations of the court?"

"Where is the dignity of the officials placed?"

"Where does this leave His Majesty's divine authority?!"

Minister Feng of the Court of Judicial Review followed closely behind:

"If the eldest princess handles things this way, does that mean that anyone who offends her will be silently executed, their entire family wiped out?"

"Then what use is the law? What use is the imperial court?"

"I second that proposal!"

"I second that opinion!"

One after another, officials bowed and knelt down, and the hall was filled with kneeling figures.

Chu Qingyue finally raised her head.

She slowly stepped out of the queue, her crimson court robes gleaming like blood in the morning light.

Her gaze swept over the kneeling officials, finally settling on Pei Wenzheng's face, and she smiled softly:

"Prime Minister Pei is truly...so imposing."

She chuckled softly, her voice exceptionally clear in the silent hall:

"There is no witness or evidence to accuse the current first-rank princess of the dynasty, and the emperor has not even spoken yet—and so many people are speaking up for you, and they all want me dead."

She paused, her voice suddenly turning cold:

"I know, it's Father Emperor sitting on the dragon throne."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think it was Prime Minister Pei—holding the emperor hostage to command the officials."

She turned to look at the Chu Emperor, a faint smile playing on her lips:

"Father, with the Prime Minister's command so readily and his immense power, where is the imperial court anymore?"

"This is clearly... the Prime Minister's one-man show, isn't it?"

The hall fell silent upon hearing this.

Upon hearing these words, Pei Wenzheng's expression changed drastically. Ignoring his injuries, he rolled off the wheelchair, his genitals instantly turning bright red.

Ignoring the pain, he prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Your Majesty! I am innocent! I had no such intention! My loyalty is as clear as heaven and earth, as evident as the sun and moon!"

Chu Qingyue walked up to him, squatted down, and spoke in a soft voice as if she were coaxing a child:

"Loyalty is nothing more than an organ."

"We can't exactly cut out the Prime Minister's organ to see if it's red or black, can we? But..."

She chuckled softly, a chuckle as alluring as a blooming poppy.

"I can certainly help the Prime Minister—after all, you've already lost an organ, so losing another one shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Pei Wenzheng trembled all over, whether from pain, anger, or fear, he didn't know.

As the Chu Emperor watched this scene, a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.

But Chu Qingyue noticed it.

She sneered inwardly, "Father, oh Father, you finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

The Emperor of Chu remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Qingyue, do you have anything to say about Minister Pei's accusations?"

"Your subject naturally has something to say." Chu Qingyue stood up, flicked her sleeves, "But before that, your subject also has something to report."

"explain."

She glanced at Pei Wenzheng, who was struggling on the ground, and her voice was clear and bright, like jade striking stone:

"Your Majesty, I hereby accuse the current Chancellor, Pei Wenzheng, of secretly training three hundred assassins who, last night, broke into the Princess's residence and attempted to assassinate her, thus plotting a rebellion!"

Pei Wenzheng suddenly looked up: "Princess, don't make false accusations!"

Chu Qingyue chuckled: "Eunuch Pei... oh no, Prime Minister Pei, what's the rush? I haven't finished speaking yet."

The Chu Emperor said in a deep voice, "Is this really true?"

"That's true." Chu Qingyue took out a roll of account books from her sleeve.

"Your Majesty, I have recently been investigating a case of embezzlement of military funds. I have discovered that Pei Wenzheng's eldest son, Pei Yu, the Minister of War, has been abusing his power to enrich himself. Over the past seven years, he has embezzled a total of 3.72 million taels of silver from military funds."

Her voice suddenly turned stern:

"This resulted in soldiers in the northern frontier lacking winter clothing and supplies during wartime, leading to the deaths of thousands!"

"Those soldiers fought valiantly on the front lines, only to be stabbed in the back by their own comrades!"

"Father, do you know that during the coldest times in the northern frontier, the soldiers could only keep warm by covering themselves with the bodies of their fallen comrades?"

The hall was completely silent.

Chu Qingyue continued, her voice icy:

"Your Majesty, I have been gathering evidence during this time, but unexpectedly, last night at the Princess's residence, I was suddenly attacked by three hundred assassins."

"These assassins are no ordinary assassins; each one is highly skilled in martial arts and well-trained."

"Your Majesty and the guards in the palace fought to the death to save your lives."

She handed the account book to Wang Defu and added:

"We have now asked Magistrate Cai of the Capital Prefecture to collect the body for burial. Your Majesty may inspect it at any time."

"And this morning, Prime Minister Pei, in collusion with court officials, slandered and framed the emperor in court—this is a crime of deceiving the emperor."

An uproar erupted inside the hall!

Pei Wenzheng's face was ashen, and he trembled violently: "Nonsense! This is a frame-up! A setup!"

Chu Qingyue ignored him and continued, "I was so frightened that I didn't sleep a wink last night. Please, Father, grant me a chair so I can sit and talk."

Emperor Chu waved his hand, and a eunuch immediately brought over a rosewood chair.

Chu Qingyue lifted her robe and sat down, her posture elegant as if she were sitting on a lotus platform.

She glanced at the officials who had just spoken up for Pei Wenzheng, her voice soft, yet every word piercing:

"It seems that you gentlemen are quite close to the Prime Minister."

"Lord Feng, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, as I recall... you were recommended by the Prime Minister, weren't you?"

"The Marquis of Huainan and the Pei family are related by marriage. Has this kinship ever helped Prime Minister Pei embezzle military funds?"

The kneeling adults looked at each other, sweating profusely, and cried out that they were innocent.

The most terrified was Lord Cai, the Prefect of Jingzhao.

He recalled the gruesome corpses on those carriages and felt a pang of sympathy for the assassins for the first time—mainly because their deaths were so tragic, with almost none of them having a complete body.

He thought to himself:

"Fight to the death? You mean fight to the death to kill the assassin?"

"Are you even slightly injured? Have you bled a drop?"

"Those assassins were truly 'fighting to the death'..."

Pei Wenzheng lay on the ground, his voice hoarse:

"Princess, you've said so much, smearing the Pei family with dirty water. Do you have any concrete evidence?"