"Your Majesty..."
Five ministers shouted desperately, but the Imperial Guards were as fierce as wolves and tigers. They couldn't break free, so they were dragged down.
"Your Majesty, please calm down."
The officials were terrified, shivering and trembling uncontrollably.
The Beiqi Monarch's eyes were fierce: "From now on, anyone who dares to disturb the people's hearts and mention peace talks will be killed without mercy!"
"We dare not."
The officials pressed their foreheads against the floor, not even having the courage to look up and speak.
"Hmph."
The Beiqi Monarch sneered, got up from the dragon chair, and left with a flick of his sleeve.
"Phew."
The officials wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and struggled to stand with their trembling legs. They rushed out of the hall as if competing for speed.
"Hmph, a bunch of cowards."
A ghostly figure appeared behind the dragon chair, watching the officials stumbling and fleeing in disgrace. He snorted disdainfully.
