When the first streaks of daylight filtered through the curtains, there was rustling sounds from outside and A'Yan rushed in, falling to his knees with a bang.
"This servant asks for forgiveness Your Majesty"
There was unmistakable panic in his voice. Wen Zhan watched him expressionlessly. A'Yan was an old servant of the palace who served beside his father for several years and was now serving him.
But that didn't mean he could get away with anything. If it wasn't Fu Ling last night but someone with murderous intent, he might already be dead.
"Go to the punishment hall," Wen Zhan ordered. "Thirty lashes."
A'Yan kowtowed until his forehead was bleeding.
"This servant thanks the emperor for his leniency."
He then crawled out of the study, not daring to stand up.
Wen Zhan exhaled slowly, dragging a hand across his face.
"Come."
His personal shadow guards stepped out from the covers and knelt on one knee, keeping his head low.
