Galaraldo hung his head low, shadows cloaking his features.
He could feel the Prime Minister's gaze darting between the key ministers, as if intent on pinning each of their souls to the judgment scaffold. Xu Fuzhen hesitated to meet Qi Bodu's eyes when proposing a tax increase—this Minister of Taxation, known for his ironfist, now seemed as if his spine had been removed.
He sneered internally: "The Empire needs deterrence, not the bluff of documentation."
The so-called appointment of a new chair and condemnation by Luo Fei were mere dust in front of Gu Hang's Spiritual Power Fleet. The merchant ships that shuttled between the Alliance and Wuji Star had long welded the economic arteries of the Eastern Cosmos Domain to the Alliance. Officials sent by the Empire would only become rubber stamps, just like what Yinbasim was facing.
