A group of people holding anti-war slogans marched past the Imperial Palace, while the Emperor of Gefra stood on the city wall watching them.
There was no hatred or annoyance on his face. There was only something restrained, faintly excited and happy. It was subtle, but it truly existed.
Gefra's Imperial Family had withdrawn from the core of power, but the Imperial Family's traditions had been preserved.
Every week, the Imperial Emperor had to stand on the Imperial Palace's walls and meet with the people.
He had once hated this process. He had even proposed to the Prime Minister that they cancel this meaningless, ceremonial affair, but the Prime Minister had rejected it.
At the time, he had regarded it as a humiliating display. The Imperial Palace was still the Imperial Palace, but the emperor standing on the walls was no longer the emperor he had once been!
He was merely an emperor without any power. Every time he stood before the people, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Especially when someone booed him, he would think about doing something terrifying to calm the anger in his heart! But now, he had suddenly become much harder to anger, because all of this was the Prime Minister's problem! He watched those people, feeling rather pleased.
He tilted his head slightly, and the Imperial Family's Chief Steward took the initiative to walk behind him and bow his head to listen to his instructions.
"Go ask our Prime Minister what exactly is happening right now. We—and the people—all need an explanation, and a result!"
As long as it could cause the Prime Minister some trouble, he was more than happy!
Because all of this stemmed from the Prime Minister's "betrayal"! Although Your Majesty the Emperor had lost his power, he still possessed a lofty social