Although the Emperor still had authority, no one listened to him anymore.
Everyone knew that the thirtieth Shacha Master was about to face the death penalty.
Executing an Emperor was something that had never happened since the dawn of the interstellar age. It was not that no one had ever proposed it, but the vote had never exceeded five percent.
The reason was simple. The Milky Way was full of powerful figures. How sharp did internal conflicts have to become before they needed to be resolved by executing the Emperor?
The occasional accusation, unless backed by irrefutable evidence, would ultimately be dropped.
And how difficult was it to find ironclad evidence of an Emperor's crimes? Those capable of finding it would not use it to execute the Emperor, but for political bargaining.
It was simple: the person who executed the Emperor might not become Emperor themselves, and might not even benefit from it.
Upholding justice benefited the civilization, not the individual.
Thus, many people admired Han Bi. He wanted to execute the Emperor for the sake of civilization.
"What fearless resolve. Even I have to admire him."
"But he absolutely cannot become Emperor!"
The public was immensely stirred up, focused on what lay before them. The financial conglomerates and the Cabinet, however, were looking toward the future.
Now that the Emperor was about to pass away, whoever ranked first in the line of succession at that moment would inherit the throne.
And who was first? The Ninth Prince!
So even as his enemies, they admired Han Bi, because Han Bi was only ninth right now! If the Emperor were executed now, Han Bi could not inherit the throne. Yet he had resolutely chosen to do so anyway, proving that he had no selfish motives.
"Hm?" Han Bi stood in the