Within Gefra, the only ones left who could oppose the noble faction now that the royal suppression had vanished were the common people.
So next, the Prime Minister would certainly announce various policies to increase the common people's ability to participate in politics while reducing the nobles' political influence.
It was even possible that future prime ministers would not emerge from the Privy Council, but from elections among the people.
Some people could bring disaster upon an entire country for the sake of their own power.
But there were also people who would do things that seemed entirely selfless for the sake of a country's survival.
Meeting people like that was indeed a headache.
Moreover, even if things did not necessarily develop as Lin Qi had considered, at least currying favor with the people was not a wrong move.
The night passed without incident.
After a brief rest, the Great Imperial Son was once again about to stand public trial. It was an ordeal for him. The Prime Minister and the nobles were resolute in their attitude: they were determined to thoroughly investigate his problems.
They could not let him continue hiding anything unclear.
In truth, this appeared to be a trial of the Great Imperial Son, but it was actually a trial of the Emperor and the entire royal family.
The royal family's dignity had finally been smashed hard against the ground, shattering into pieces.
After the long trial, the Great Imperial Son rode back to the imperial palace. The moment he returned, he began smashing things. Priceless works of art, collectibles, or ordinary utensils— even the most ordinary utensils in the imperial palace were not cheap.
He smashed all of them. Gripping the pillar of a silver standing lamp, he frantically smashed everything he could see before him.