Chapter 728

Guilliman was handling government affairs.

By convention, this would have been a long and rather torturous process. No one liked sitting at a desk nonstop, reviewing official documents from every corner of the galaxy. Some files had already taken ten years just to reach his desk after they were sent.

However, he did not seem particularly focused at the moment. The reason was obvious. Not far from him stood another desk. Jaghatai Khan was sitting before it, holding a book and reading it carefully.

If that had been all, then fine; it would not have made Guilliman look up at him every few dozen minutes—the key point was that Jaghatai Khan had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

After the twelfth observation, the Imperial Regent compromised. He put down the pen in his hand and sighed. "What exactly do you want, my brother?"

The Khan did not answer. He merely lowered his head slightly, his sharp eyes behind the lenses giving Guilliman a faint glance, then continued reading.

".You've been doing this for an entire day, Jaghatai," Guilliman said helplessly. "It will be dinner time soon, and I do not want to carry this question into tomorrow. I surrender, all right? What exactly are you trying to do?"

At those words, a barely perceptible smile finally appeared on the Khan's face, and vanished just as quickly. He marked the page he had been reading, set the book down, and then removed the gold-rimmed glasses with meticulous care.

That series of slow movements was undoubtedly testing Guilliman's patience, but the Regent showed no reaction at this moment. He merely leaned back calmly in his chair—he knew very well the technique Jaghatai was using. This method of not answering a question and trying to seize the