"But you don't need to be nervous either, because the final decision lies with me, and I still haven't decided whether to draw the Holy Sword Huiyao."
"So even if you gladly agree to ascend to the throne, I might find it meaningless and refuse to draw the Holy Sword Huiyao. Conversely, if you fear death and have no interest in the throne, I might find that interesting, casually name someone to ascend the throne, and cancel the Holy Sword's vacancy so that the new emperor can save the world."
"So, follow the desires in your heart and tell me what you truly think."
Principal Cha smiled. "Your sisters all handed in passing answers. I believe you won't be an exception."
"Shuiyun Palace!"
At this point, a Cabinet Minister could no longer hold back and shouted, "Please reconsider—"
He had not even finished speaking when Ling Jiangli's palm silently pressed down on his shoulder. His words were immediately choked off in his throat, and his entire body flew away like a broken kite.
Cha Huan, who had been prepared, blasted the door of the director's office open from afar with a palm of light, sending the Cabinet Minister rolling out smoothly. Yu Ke, waiting outside, understood the situation at a glance and politely closed the door, blocking the Cabinet Minister's screams until they abruptly stopped.
"You've seen the attitudes of the officials," Principal Cha said with a smile. "Don't feel pressured. You don't need to take responsibility for anyone."
You don't need to take responsibility for anyone.
Those words were like a stone thrown into Ming Shuiyun's heart-lake, sending out layer upon layer of ripples. She tightened her grip on the note in her hand, recalling her encounter the night before.
Covered in blood, Qin Leyin stumbled out of