"Will they tell me the truth? They humor me, deceive me, treat me like a mascot, an actor, displaying me in front of the Empire's public."
The Old Emperor's expression grew increasingly sullen.
"I dare assert, there's only one way to become a real Emperor and regain control of the Emperor Guard."
"And that's to dismantle that round table."
"I know, it sounds insane, as they are all my elders and a terrifying force that holds nearly all resources of the Empire, there's only one way to defeat them, Hanton, as you said, to destroy them... destroy them practically."
"Tell me, Hanton, how did you know the location of that old man's body?"
Yang Ming replied: "The Faya people gave me a batch of data... probably two months ago."
"What? Faya?"
The Old Emperor was startled.
Yang Ming shrugged:
