Emperor Yongchang was a little dumbfounded. He had yet to realize what had happened, so he was mostly angry and bewildered. "Not only is the Shen Clan refusing to flee, they actually dare to fight back? Do they really intend to rebel?"
Shen Hegui laughed in fury at his words. "You damned emperor, so you do know our Shen Clan never intended to rebel."
Of course I know, Emperor Yongchang thought. But I'm the emperor. If I say the members of your Shen Clan were born rebels, then you were.
As an emperor who had ruled the world for decades, Emperor Yongchang naturally possessed the composure to remain unruffled by sudden changes.
Though disaster had struck at his elbow, he neither panicked nor lost his head. Seeing Lianshan Xin looking somewhat alarmed, he even reassured him. "A-Xin, don't panic. With me here, the sky won't fall."
Sweat had broken out on Lianshan Xin's forehead. You don't know a damn thing.
These bastards copied me.
Back when he had blown the Society of Light sky-high in the Eastern Capital, Lin Ruoshui had worried needlessly and told Lianshan Xin that he had set a terrible precedent. From that day onward, "art would run rampant" throughout the world.
Lianshan Xin had declared categorically that it would not, because the hardest part of replicating his artistic feat was obtaining the Thunderclap Bombs specially made by Marquis Mo. Besides, one or two Thunderclap Bombs could accomplish little. Anyone wishing to imitate Lianshan Xin would need a large batch.
The only people with the means to do that were Emperor Yongchang and his trusted confidants.
That was why Lianshan Xin had been so confident.
Now he discovered that a returning boomerang hurt the most.
Top-Ranked Big Brother was utterly useless. He had actually failed to keep