Three days later.
A piece of news shook the world.
Qingren, the Emperor of Kou Island, had been killed, and the entire island was outraged.
The news came from Seimei, making it highly credible.
Hundreds of thousands of troops gathered in northern Kou Island to support the new emperor Huairen's accession.
This news was rather interesting.
First, Huairen had not announced the cause of the previous emperor's death.
Second, the new emperor seemed in no hurry to go to war with the Fourth War Zone.
Inside the Imperial Palace.
Li Youxian watched the television screen with a radiant expression, as though admiring a work of art he had personally created.
To him, the feeling of devising strategies and deciding victories from a thousand miles away was simply wonderful.
"Faster than planned."
Commander Sun turned to Li Youxian with a smile and asked with a hint of admiration, "How did you get the new emperor onto the throne so quickly?"
"The emperor is the object of faith for all of Kou Island. Seimei witnessed Qingren's death, so he was certain to spread the news."
"I don't understand Kou Island, but I understand people."
All Li Youxian lacked was a feather fan to wave a couple of times. Looking thirty percent smug and seventy percent cunning, he said, "I only did one thing."
"I sent Huairen five million in Mianbang's name, and at the same time... sent him a video of the efforts to resuscitate Qingren."
"If you were Huairen and knew the emperor might not be dead, what would you do?"
The assembled leaders fell into thought, then looks of alarm appeared on their faces.
Li Youxian's grasp of human nature was terrifying.
How could someone who had once lost the struggle for the throne not covet the emperor's seat?
Knowing