After the grand banquet, there was a smaller feast.
This marked the beginning of the Imperial Palace's traditional events—the Emperor's hard party.
In a slightly smaller hall of the Imperial Palace, the dim lighting was full of implications, and beautiful bodies were everywhere, maintaining enticing postures.
Several scantily clad beauties had gathered around Yang Ming, their casual body contacts making him exclaim in distress.
Discussing serious matters in this situation... Who could maintain rational thought and full concentration?
Yet, the Emperor had just thrown out several mentally taxing questions.
"Hanton, my Knight, what reward would you like this time?"
The Emperor said with a chuckle,
"Now that you stand opposite the noble class, they both fear and loathe you. Why not simply set up a department to supervise the nobility and have you head it?
"That would be a show of deterrence."
