Upon seeing the handwriting on the paper, his face turned deathly white.
His heart was filled with shock, fear, and delight all at once. His hand went limp, dropping the paper to the ground.
The dignitary, behaving contrary to his usual decorum, quickly crouched down, picking up the paper.
He clenched it tightly in his hand, terrified that others might see.
Trembling with excitement, he silently repeated the sixteen words written on the paper over and over again in his mind.
"Bide your time for nine years. The day your brother falls, you become the Emperor."
Seeing their lord behaving so agitatedly, his confidants couldn't help but feel bewildered.
Ever since that disastrous day, very little had been able to make this dignitary's countenance change.
Could it be, this divine fortune teller really has some skills?
One could only wonder what, exactly, he wrote on that little piece of paper he gave to the dignitary.
The dignitary didn't mind his subordinates' curiosity.
