"What are we to do? It's been half a month, and only a meager hundred kingdoms have joined..."
In the capital city, the old king was filled with melancholy, hoping that Zhao Yu could do something to quicken the pace at which other nations joined the Empire.
"Your Majesty..."
At that moment, an elderly official appeared at the old king's side.
The old king frowned. "Didn't I say not to call me that anymore?"
But the old official pretended not to hear and spoke softly, "If after a month the Empire is still not unified, can we confront that person?"
"You..."
The old king, feeling helpless, shook his head and said, "Let's not talk so recklessly in the future!"
The old official was startled, confusion flashing in his eyes. "Your Majesty?"
A month ago, he remembered the old king secretly instructing him to rally many officials to pledge their loyalty to him behind the scenes.
But now, it was as if he did not acknowledge it at all.
