"Your Majesty, please delete the article from the Discourse Ranking!"
"Please take down the article, Your Majesty!"
In Wu Kingdom's Golden Throne Hall, the assembled ministers seethed with indignation.
A dense array of fruit platters lay before the Wu Lord, laden with sliced fruit, sunflower seeds, peanuts, and even durian. Its fragrance wafted through the entire hall, making many people frown.
The Wu Lord was not picky. He ate whatever he grabbed, filling his mouth with juice. Fruit juices of every color matted his thick beard, and the palace maids kept wiping it clean.
Whatever the ministers said, the Wu Lord nodded, eating as he nodded.
Only after eating fully half of it did the Wu Lord lean back against his dragon throne with a thoroughly satisfied smile, gently stroking his pregnant-looking belly with both hands.
Only when the ministers had talked themselves dry and their voices began to dwindle did the Wu Lord chuckle and say, "Finished? Weren't you praising my wisdom and martial prowess just a few days ago, saying I was keeping right on the Half-Sages' heels? Why have you turned on me today? I was right before. A bunch of spineless weaklings, utterly useless!"
The Wu Lord curled his lip, his face full of disdain.
Unfortunately, his words did not stir the ministers in the slightest.
The Wu Lord and his ministers had grown entirely accustomed to trading insults. This was also the most bizarre court in the Human Race.
If they went a single court session without exchanging a few barbs, both sides felt uncomfortable all over.
"Your Majesty, you ate too much over the New Year. There's too much grease in your brain, and fruit won't flush it out," a Grand Academician said coldly.
The Wu Lord rolled his eyes at the Grand Academician,