After lunch, Lanchi stepped out through the grand gates of Shaleim Palace and stood at the entrance.
He wore a black overcoat and top hat, his expression solemn as if he were still pondering the important conversation that had just ended, weighing the immense responsibilities he bore as a leader.
The streets of Jerusalem were bustling, with citizens hurrying back and forth. The din of the city constantly reached him from both sides.
Despite the shadow of war hanging over the entire city, people's lives continued.
The surrounding citizens began to notice the Prime Minister.
Some stopped and looked at him with curiosity and respect.
Some nodded to him in greeting, and Lanchi responded courteously. The citizens showed him respect and curiosity, with some even encouraging him and voicing their determination to resist the Honing Empire.
These interactions brought a smile to Lanchi's face, and a trace of gratitude and resolve flashed in his eyes.
Quite a few reporters gathered around him, but Lanchi never revealed any information.
Not until his secretary led him to the car and he took his seat inside.
He stared alone into the pitch-black carriage, where the silence was unnerving.
"For now, I should use a more prudent method to balance Public Sentiment and the parliament."
Lanchi muttered to himself.
He had been pondering precisely such a dilemma just now.
The nobles and traditional elites of the Plant Empire controlled the army and the upper echelons of power, but as Prime Minister, he now had public support.
The powerful could not win over public opinion on their own, so they needed to cooperate with either Lanchi or the Conservative Faction.
If he wanted to seize power quickly, his first step had to be winning the trust of more key figures and obtaining military authority, or