"Your Highness… defying the ancestral wishes may not be wise…" Jia Xun hesitated to speak, knowing his words would have little effect, yet the traditionalist in him couldn't help but voice his concerns.
Qin Jun waved his hand and said, "Do you desire the Qianyue Kingdom, or would you prefer a more prosperous new kingdom? Or perhaps even an Imperial Dynasty?"
Those words extinguished the dissatisfaction in Jia Xun's heart and instead accelerated his heartbeat.
An Imperial Dynasty held an unimaginable allure for him!
The difference between being a Grand Preceptor in a kingdom and an Imperial Dynasty was like that between the clouds and the mud!
Qin Jun shook his head with a smile, then closed his eyes to enter a state of cultivation, with the little Torch Dragon snoring as it slept on his back, leaning against his shoulder, plunging everything into tranquility.
Time hurried past, and the various kingdoms were plunged into turmoil.
