Luoyang, Purple Tenuity Palace, the imperial study.
Emperor Xiping, Zhao Shu, stared at the memorial the Eastern Factory had just delivered and remained silent for a long time.
For him, this memorial brought one piece of good news and one piece of bad news.
The good news: his main tank, Huang Jin, had lived up to his expectations. The moment he entered the field, he had pulled off something huge and firmly secured Yang Erlang's aggro.
The bad news: Huang Jin had outperformed himself a little too spectacularly this time. The aggro had overflowed so badly that it might spill over onto him, the raid leader.
"Is this damned slave really stupid, or is he pretending not to understand? Can you use methods like this against that stubborn mule?"
His head aching, Zhao Shu raged helplessly. Already, he could picture that stubborn mule charging all the way to the Capital City with his saber on his back, trailing a cloud of dust.
The last time that stubborn mule had entered the Capital City, he had beaten Shen Fa in the street.
The next time he came, he might well storm the Purple Tenuity Palace.
Of course, the Purple Tenuity Palace had no fear of him storming it...
But the problem was that the old eunuchs in the Imperial Stables Directorate had no successors ready to replace them. Every grandmaster-level eunuch who safeguarded the nation was one fewer when he died. If that stubborn mule really took one or two of them down with him, the Zhao Family's realm would shake three times over!
Moreover, if he really stormed the Purple Tenuity Palace, it would undoubtedly set another precedent with disastrous consequences.
"Replace the commander? No, I can't. If I replace him, how will the world view the Court? And who