Meanwhile, in the human capital, the sun had just set and the city gates were tightly shut. However, the entire city was still bright from all the lanterns that were lit. The reputation of the world’s most prosperous city was well-earned.0

Unlike the bustling city, the Imperial Palace was much more peaceful. After all, an important location like the Imperial Palace had a lot of established rules that needed to be followed after nightfall, and it was heavily guarded.0

However, the emperor’s personal palace was brightly lit. Inside, Fatty Zhao Ruizhi yawned lazily, his leg casually propped up on the imperial throne. He shoved some pastries next to him into his mouth, then held up a bowl of tea, draining it in one gulp before asking, “Imperial uncles, why are you looking for this emperor? Please tell me quickly if there's something you have to say. I still want to play.”2

Two middle-aged men were standing opposite from him. They were both dressed in palace commander uniforms. One was Zhao Si, and the other was Zhao Tai. Their father was King Yi, Zhao Huang. Zhao Huang was the East Defense General, so the prestige of his position was equivalent to that of the three ministers, making him an extremely respected individual from the royal family.1

For the sake of loyalty, the Palace Guards often awarded medals and achievements to the children of the royal family. That was how these two brothers had become commanders. Additionally, because Zhao Huang was Zhao Han’s uncle, these two were now also considered Zhao Ruizhi’s uncles.1

They watched as Zhao Ruizhi sat in a slovenly manner, his messy eating sending quite a bit of food everywhere. He really didn’t resemble a ruler at all. Even so, the two definitely didn’t come to advise the emperor on his etiquette. They quickly said, “We have confidential intelligence to inform your highness about. We must trouble your majesty to dismiss all other personnel.” Afterward, they looked at...1