He shook his head, then shook it again, snapping at An Jiuyue and Qian Jiyun.
"The Central Emperor, to put it bluntly, is a useless man. Most matters of the royal court are handled by me. Without me, the Central Imperial Country would have descended into chaos long ago."
On this point, he had some confidence. Many common people still respected him greatly.
"I'm not the Central Emperor. The people trust me. Your attempts to sow discord are useless." As he spoke, a hint of pride emerged. He owed this to the good deeds he had performed publicly over the years.
"The people trust you?"
An Jiuyue raised her hand, stroked her chin, and then shifted her gaze to the thick stack of letters on the table.
"Tell me, if I were to paste these letters on the city gates, would the people still treat you like a deity? Hmm?"
"You—!"
General Ning was instantly frightened.
