"Oh... I see now."
Xuan Mingyu finally understood at this moment, his astonished expression slowly fading.
He wanted to laugh, and indeed he did, with a hint of pure curiosity and a suppressed delight: "Grand Preceptor, why do you say so?"
"Your Majesty." Grand Preceptor Hong also smiled: "With the sudden death of the Late Emperor, the Imperial Court weakened, and King Jing, whom we supported, died by our hands due to the indifference and machinations of us Heavenly Officials, the Town Kings, and the families—the only chance for the Imperial Court to revive departed with Princess Mingjing."
"Although you are Emperor, in reality, you are our puppet."
