What sort of uproar was this?
What had gone wrong among the Empire's upper ranks?
Why had the ministers and nobles collectively erupted in dissatisfaction again?
In truth, it was still that same old issue.
Zhou Ming was nearly twenty-eight years old, yet he was still single—still a bachelor.
And he continued doing whatever he pleased, wandering around everywhere without a care. He was actually not anxious at all?
The problem was that Zhou Ming was not anxious, but the ministers and nobles of the Empire's upper ranks were practically frantic!
They put forward all kinds of guesses and devised all kinds of methods, all with the goal of helping Your Majesty escape singlehood, all for the long-term stability of the Empire.
Yet Zhou Ming simply was not in a hurry. He kept finding every possible excuse, doing everything he could to delay that moment and avoid that issue.
What he often said was, "I'll consider it after thirty. After thirty, I will definitely marry. Everyone, don't worry."
After thirty?
Upon hearing those words, the ministers and nobles nearly collapsed, so frustrated they were ready to spit blood!
They strongly objected, firmly demanded, and even knelt to beg him to establish an Empress immediately and stop delaying.
Yet no matter how the ministers and nobles wailed and pleaded, Zhou Ming remained unmoved. Instead, he began playing hide-and-seek, running whenever he saw certain stubborn ministers.
He even hid in research institutions, often vanishing for months at a time.
Under such circumstances, the ministers and nobles could only resort to extreme measures, hoping to forcibly change his mind and alter his plans.
What methods?
If they were spoken of, people would probably double over laughing at how absurd they were.
Zhou Ming had encountered dozens of such bizarre incidents, leaving him utterly