"I..."
Sima Ke's face alternated between green and pale, somewhat unsightly. He wanted very much to tell his royal sister that his past humility was merely a stopgap measure.
He didn't want to die; he wanted to live, to live well. He could only kneel before Chen Yuan.
But now, he was about to ascend to the throne, to become the Supreme, the Emperor commanding the entire realm, possessing all power, and naturally, ambition grew within him.
Presently, although Great Jin suffered heavy damage, the foundation of Central State remained intact; the court still held tens of thousands of battle-ready troops and numerous Yang Transformation True Masters.
Why should I still fear Chen Yuan?
But seeing his royal sister not even turn her eyes, these words, even though they reached his throat, still lacked the courage to be spoken, just like when facing Chen Yuan on Purple Gold Mountain.
Princess Pingyang kept her gaze focused on the battle in the void, speaking calmly:
