The morning sun streaked lazily across the palace, casting its light outside as the majestic palace prepared for the morning court, a routine held once every three days.

Dajing had been a well-established country for decades, and Emperor Jianing had gained significant prestige. However, he had always been open to advice from his courtiers. The court often engaged in endless arguments and disagreements. Today's situation, however, was slightly different. The ministers looked down at the dust in the center of the hall as Lieutenant General, shut his mouth tightly, turning into a clay sculpture of a Bodhisattva.