It was likely that the only one who felt even colder than Yi Chun was King Qi. In order to face the emperor over the years, he had painstakingly created the reputation of a wise and virtuous king. He had always lived as if he were walking on thin ice. Together with the support of the late emperor’s trusted aides, he had just barely been able to match the emperor in terms of power and prestige.

However, the past two years seemed to have been extremely unlucky for him. Bad things had happened to the officials on his side again and again. He had begun to panic a bit as he watched his forces being whittled down bit by bit, and thus launched a fierce counterattack. He had thought he had a chance to salvage the situation at first; and yet now, something like this had happened?

For the Fiend Emperor to refer to himself as a nephew before the emperor, just what kind of incredible contribution was that? Countless generations of human emperors had failed to do that, and yet now, Zhao Han had actually accomplished it. 

If King Qi allowed Zhao Han to hold the Feng Shan ceremony and the entire world heard of it, no one could ever compare to his prestige...