"His Majesty's body likely won't hold out much longer."
Juzi spoke softly, her voice very light, very gentle.
Her gaze fell on the artificial hill ahead, where the waterfall rushed and flowed, spray splashing up and refracting rainbow light beneath the sun.
"The imperial physicians said His Majesty has often been falling into comas and losing consciousness these past few days."
"The longest time, he was unconscious for a full four hours. When he woke, he couldn't even remember where he was."
Xu Tianran still had his eyes closed, not the slightest expression on his handsome face.
His breathing was even and long, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of his wheelchair with a rhythmic thud, thud.
"Imperial Father has spent his whole life working diligently, seeking no merit, only no mistakes."
His voice was as calm as water, without a trace of emotion, as though he were judging a stranger who had nothing whatsoever to do with him.
"How many golden opportunities he missed. The Star Luo Empire grew stronger by the day, the Heaven Dou Empire quietly gathered strength, the Dou Ling Empire swayed from side to side..."
"And our Sun Moon Empire, possessing the strongest soul tool technology in vain, could only guard this tiny patch of land west of the Mingdou Mountain Range."
"In the future history of the Sun Moon Empire, he will only be a mediocre emperor."
He paused, and the tapping on the armrest stopped as well.
His eyes still did not open, but that invisible pressure made even the surrounding air grow heavy.
"What is the military's reaction?"
Juzi said, "The military is very calm."
"Ever since we took control of the Ming Capital Garrison District, the original voices of opposition in the military have vanished."
"At least two-fifths of the