Western Region.
Zrin Kingdom.
It had been several years since Prince Er Pingyong's rebellion was suppressed. The Zrin Kingdom had returned to tranquility, and apart from lamenting the mysterious disappearance of the National Master, the citizens had grown accustomed to such peaceful days.
However, those at the bottom could never see the turmoil brewing among the upper echelons.
Within the Royal Palace.
While Er Pingzhi was reviewing documents in the Imperial Study, he suddenly looked up.
Across the desk, three meters away, two balding strange men appeared, assessing Er Pingzhi with curious and indifferent gazes.
"Such a minor king of the Zrin Kingdom, and yet you've wasted so much of our time,"
the balding man on the left shook his head, his eyes swirling like vortexes. The previously lively Er Pingzhi suddenly became dull and dazed.
