Today's morning court was exceptionally brief. In the curtain of darkness the night before, when everyone been preparing to lock their doors, the three of Yan Gaoge, Wen Congyun, and Nie Tianzong, carrying the imperial edict, led forces to, one after another, surround the residences of a number of court officials. The three of them had been Song Juguang's personal guards before, and had no relatives nor friends in the court, and as a result, weren't sentimental in the slightest. Seizing and imprisoning all happened at once. If it had been done another time, the next day's court would definitely have the ministers whom those whose houses were searched and whose possessions were confiscated had made friends with pleading for leniency. But, perhaps, the matter of someone being killed by beating on that day of ascension was still fresh in their minds; this time, there actually wasn't anyone who dared to express an opinion. "Since no one has any matters to report, t...