Bird cries rang out along the shore. The ripples under the dock gently slapped against each other while in the distance, the large waves crashed into the precipice, making periodic booms punctuated by silence. Fan Xian stood on the wooden boards and was not moved by the Emperor's hot-blooded words. Seriously, he said, "Your Majesty, you should not have come so unexpectedly. I ask again for Your Majesty to return to the capital."
"There is the empress dowager keeping watch in Jingdou, plus there are Chen Pingping and the two scholars. Who would dare act without permission?" The Emperor gazed at the ocean and waved his hand impatiently. "If one wants to take over the world, they must take over that chair. Thus, they must first kill me as I sit on that chair. If they can't kill me, they can go make all the noise they want. When trash rebels, it won't succeed even in 10 years."
