At the Great Yan court.
After hearing the Demon Cult's terms, the emperor unexpectedly did not fly into a rage.
"Three years? Fine. I shall endure them for three years," the emperor said flatly.
"It is because we ministers deserve death ten thousand times over that Your Majesty must suffer such humiliation." A group of high-ranking ministers removed their official hats and fell to their knees.
When the sovereign was humiliated, his ministers should die.
But at a time like this, they were merely saying the words.
The emperor was deeply suspicious and did not trust his ministers. Naturally, his ministers would not be loyal to him either. In truth, as a group, they had never truly been loyal to any emperor.
They were loyal only to money, land, and women...
Officials traveled a thousand li for office for one reason alone: wealth. That was what they all thought.
"Three years from now, I will let these treacherous rebels know whose realm this is." With that, the emperor flicked his sleeve and left.
The ministers shook their heads.
There was turmoil within and threats without. Now even the great martial sects had risen in rebellion.
Should they flee? Better wait and see.
They could always surrender once the enemy reached the city gates. If they fled now, their houses and shops in the Capital City would surely be lost. Whoever they entrusted them to would not be able to protect them.
The ministers each made their own calculations.
After court adjourned, the emperor quickly entered the dream realm.
In the past, if he wanted to know where a rebellion had broken out, he could only rely on reports from below.
Either memorials from ministers and Regional Commanders, or Plant Guards he sent out to gather intelligence.
Now, he could go