The Bronze Chariot rested upon a vast plain.
A large army surrounded the chariot, pitching tents to form an encampment.
Not far from the army, a massive crowd of artisans was furiously building railway tracks.
The reason Wang Ming had carved out such a vast territory in this era and still managed to actually control it was entirely thanks to the railway.
Without the railway, when the central government issued an order, it took half a year by horse to reach the local prefectures.
With information delayed to such a degree, a large territorial area was utterly meaningless.
The chariot was Wang Ming's mobile palace, and its interior was spacious enough to accommodate several hundred officials for a normal imperial court assembly.
Wang Ming sat before the desk, listening to the reports of the officials below.
His ability to handle state affairs was maxed out; having served as emperor several times, he found the task completely familiar and effortless.
The working relationship between the sovereign and his ministers was harmonious and relaxed.
If one had to say there was anything unpleasant, it was not entirely absent.
That was the sound of women's giggling occasionally drifting out from behind the screen behind Wang Ming.
It caused the officials giving their reports to cast rather strange glances at Wang Ming.
Wang Ming would have liked to go inside and issue a warning, but those few women happened not to be under his jurisdiction.
Although the seven princesses of Heaven were no longer young, their mentalities were still those of children.
Giggling sounds drifted out from time to time.
Actually,
this was something they did deliberately just to disgust Wang Ming.
Because Wang Ming continually failed to lift the Creation Power binding them, it had made them angry.
Amidst the bizarre atmosphere where