In another room of the Eastern Palace.
Dressed in a magnificent robe, Meng Chunqiu huddled in a corner of the bed, clutching his phone and staring blankly at the wildly deranged man on its screen.
It seemed to be a Quiet Chamber in the palace reserved for Breakthroughs.
The camera looked upward, as though the person filming were seated. In the center of the frame, a heroic-looking man in a robe spread his arms and shouted:
"It's all mine!
"Everything under heaven is mine!
"I am an emperor for the ages!!"
Meng Chunqiu scratched his head, his expression growing even blanker.
Then a cold female voice asked, "What about the Founding Emperor? How do you compare to him?"
"The Founding Emperor? He lacked literary flair!"
"What about the Emperor of the Martial Ancestors?"
"Emperor of the Martial Ancestors? He was too reckless!"
"What about the Bright Sect emperor?"
"Bright Sect? He was too weak!"
"None of them measure up to you?"
"They're worth shit! If I became emperor, I'd definitely do a better job than any of them!"
The man paced around the Quiet Chamber like a foolish emperor from a television drama. The camera followed him, occasionally catching another figure in the frame—an old man in traditional official robes, sitting silently on the floor with a numb, helpless expression.
"L-Lord Liu?"
Meng Chunqiu was stunned. Suddenly, he remembered—
This... wasn't this that time?
He had originally been there too. He had planned to film his elder brother if he became delirious, but his brother hadn't trusted him and had kept only this generation's heir to the King Court there with him.
"..."
You trusted her instead of me? See where that got you?
Meng Chunqiu shook his head.
He felt a tiny pang of regret...
He should have seen