Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
Lin Bei, the Lord of the Northern Territory, the foremost of the Five Great Commanders of Da Hua, a towering figure at the pinnacle of the pyramid.
He was a national hero, the Guardian God of Da Hua.
He had just recaptured lost territory without spilling a drop of blood, earning the adoration of the people.
But a single whistleblower's letter plunged him into crisis.
Online, the air was thick with voices cursing him.
Cursing him as inhuman, a cancer on Da Hua.
"To pull it all down in one go."
…
Meanwhile, in Yanjing, at the National Lord's Mansion.
Within the courtyard.
The King, dressed in a simple blue robe, sat poised on a stone stool.
He was only sixty years old, slightly overweight, radiating vitality, and always exuding the air of a man in a high position.
He sat at the stone table, quietly savoring his tea.
In front of him stood a middle-aged man.
