"Rebuild the palace?"
Upon hearing this, Morandi and A Long, who were behind them, couldn't help but freeze.
Building such a palace fortress is a good idea; it will make the Great West Empire more stable and increase its ability to withstand risks.
But the problem is also obvious!
Morandi chuckled dryly, "Your Majesty, this matter does indeed have many benefits, but we have no money!" This was a very real problem; they had no money.
"Your Majesty, we have no money!"
"Your Majesty, we have no money!"
These words made Abaddon's head buzz. His Great West Empire was so powerful that it forced the Frostwest Empire to compromise.
How could we be broke?!
His face immediately turned ashen, and he looked at Morandi, saying in a deep voice, "My vast empire doesn't even have the money to build a palace. Are we not even as good as a newly emerging Great Liang?"
"I'm not building this palace just for myself; it's to give my Great West Empire a sense of security. Why is that wrong?"
What a joke! The Great Liang was only recently established, while our Great West Empire has existed for nearly two hundred years. It must be richer than the Great Liang, right?
Moreover, since his ascension to the throne, he has defeated the Frostwest Empire, making it far more powerful. Why doesn't he have the money to build a palace?
I just want to live in a nicer, safer place. Is that too much to ask?
Cough cough!
Morandi sensed his emperor's anger and said awkwardly, "Your Majesty, although our Great West Empire has been established for a long time, apart from Your Majesty, we have been beaten all the time."
Our two countries are locked in a fierce war, and our wealth has long been depleted in these successive battles, so we have no money!
It's really not his fault. The Great West Empire is full of muscle men. They're top-notch at causing destruction, but asking them to make money is just too difficult.
In addition, the Great West Empire had been in a weak position, being suppressed and beaten by the Frostwest Empire, so where would it have been able to save money?
puff!
Abaddon nearly vomited blood, but said nothing more.
However, looking at the magnificent palace, he felt increasingly displeased. For the first time, he felt an urge to beat someone up and give his men a good beating.
The idea that a series of wars led to an empty national treasury is utter nonsense.
The Great Liang's foreign wars were truly the worst in the East, yet it's still doing well now. So, ultimately, it's because its own people were incompetent.
He was now somewhat envious of Lin Yi. Why were the subordinates of Great Liang so good at making money, while his own subordinates were a bunch of idiots? This was just too unfair.
And his own fathers were unreliable too, actually getting suppressed and beaten by the Frostwest Empire.
It's pitiful that he himself is invincible in battle, yet he has a bunch of useless subordinates. It's truly a case of heaven being jealous of talent.
Forehead!
Sensing the disdain in his own king's eyes, Morandi felt extremely aggrieved.
The Great Liang inherited the wealth of the Great Ning, so it's normal for them to have this accumulation. But we have nothing here; our old kings have been getting beaten up for generations.
This isn't my fault.
A Long, on the other hand, kept his eyes fixed on the screen, as if he couldn't see or hear anything.
We are merely advisors to the emperor, responsible for offering suggestions; we cannot concern ourselves with other matters, as that is not our duty.
Looking at the three of them, a hint of arrogance flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes as he led the way.
Although he couldn't understand what these people were saying, he could sense the envy in their eyes; they were clearly intimidated by the grandeur of the palace.
He chuckled inwardly, "They're scared already? If they saw His Majesty's Great Ming Palace, they'd be scared to death."
Compared to that, this is nothing!
The banquet was held in the Imperial Garden, which was considered an informal location, but Lin Yi still had some preparations made.
Looking at the picturesque scenery ahead, Abaddon's eyes lit up. This was a landscape completely out of place with the Great West Empire; in fact, the two were even different in style.
However, the beautiful scenery made him secretly nod in approval; at least the Emperor of Great Liang was quite thoughtful, finding a good place to receive him.
He glanced at the translator beside him and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your help this time. We can't be impolite!"
He was naturally familiar with the rules of Great Liang: in Great Liang, one must communicate in the Great Liang language; otherwise, Great Liang will be ignored.
Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with this rule, he also understood that it was a privilege of the strong.
If he were stronger than Great Liang, the rules would probably be even stricter, and Da Liang would have to kneel before him to speak.
"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will do my utmost!" The translator nodded, his face solemn.
Abaddon nodded slightly, his gaze fixed ahead.
Huh!
The next moment, his gaze sharpened and instantly locked onto a spot where a man was fishing by the lake.
The man sat there quietly, with several maids carefully attending to him. Although the guards were standing by, they dared not look directly at him.
His surroundings seemed to have nothing to do with him, yet it was as if he trampled everything around him under his feet.
Abaddon took a deep breath and exclaimed in shock, "This man is no ordinary person. Could he be Emperor Lin Yi of the Great Liang?"
No wonder Lin Yi is famous All Under Heaven; his aura is indeed extraordinary. He is definitely an unfathomable figure.
"Haha, I dare not address Your Majesty by your name. Guo Jia, the Military Advisor and Chief of Staff under Your Majesty. Greetings, Your Majesty the Emperor of Great West!"
Upon hearing his words, the man burst into laughter and replied to Abaddon directly in the language of the Great West Empire.
" Guo Jia?"
Abaddon's pupils contracted. This was actually one of Lin Yi's subordinates. Could a mere subordinate possess such an imposing aura?
His expression then darkened. He had come in person, and Great Liang had only sent some strategist or high-ranking official to entertain him—this was a sign of slight.
He frowned and said, "Where is the Emperor of Great Liang? He invited me today, surely he won't refuse to show up?"
Guo Jia did not answer him, but looked at the translator beside him and said with a smile, "Tell your emperor that His Majesty will be here shortly."
He's very busy, and he can't possibly wait here indefinitely, so he asked me to wait here first."
This time, he didn't use the language of the Great West Empire!
Previously, I was merely telling him the truth; now that we are in the territory of Great Liang, we must speak the language of Great Liang.
His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and even carried a hint of indifference.
In his heart, what did the so-called Emperor of the Great West Kingdom matter? In his eyes, he was nothing more than a target of his lord.
My mission is to eliminate him, so there's no need for respect!
"Presumptuous!"
Seeing the indifference in Guo Jia's eyes, Abaddon's face darkened; he could sense the other's pride.
And this guy clearly understands the language of the Great West Empire, yet he insists on beating around the bush like this; he's deliberately making things difficult for me.
If he hadn't been thinking about his purpose this time, he would have really wanted to punch Guo Jia.