In Donghua Pavilion, a long silence stretched on.
Emperor Qi withdrew his finger and smiled. "What grand extravagance you dream of, Jiang Qingyang!"
Beneath the tassels, there seemed a shadow upon his face, the passing cloud over this great Empire. "Even I cannot claim that all goes as I wish, that this life is wholly as my heart desires."
Jiang Wang said, "In my view, to have things go as one wishes is the highest privilege. Your Majesty stands supreme, ruling the East Country, the Holy Heart is the Heaven's Heart itself—how could anything be contrary to your will?"
