"I am incompetent and have failed your grace. Please, Father, quell your anger!"
Looking at the sons kneeling below, the Yan Emperor's expression remained gloomy.
Usually, his gaze was more often focused on Qian State, Chu State, Jin land, and the deserts, but when he turned his gaze to his sons;
What they were thinking, what they were doing,
actually,
could be seen through at a glance.
He was not the kind of puppet monarch sitting feebly on the dragon throne, led by the nose by others, at least, he did not think of himself as such.
For a long time,
the Yan Emperor took his right wrist with his left hand, glancing at Wei Zhonghe beside him.
Wei Zhonghe quickly went out and brought back a basin of ice water from the back, evidently prepared in advance.
The Yan Emperor did not shy away,
placing his right hand into the ice basin, relieving somewhat the spasms and numbness in his right hand.
"Cough... cough cough cough..."
After a round of coughing,
the Yan Emperor spoke:
