At that moment, the faltering Ji Daochun, supported by the powerful ministers, rose to his feet. He shook off the hands of the powerful ministers around him and looked at the young Lord in his elegant court dress, crying out in deep sorrow:
"Oh, ancestor of the Red Emperor, the enterprise you established is about to be usurped by outsiders!"
"I am ashamed to meet you."
"Incompetent Emperor!!"
"Rebellious minister, traitor, rebellious minister, traitor!!"
Ji Daochun had served under three different emperors and was an elder of the Imperial Family.
In his eyes, the achievements of the Red Emperor's ancestor surpassed all others, and the subsequent emperors were mere heads of the family. The world should have belonged to the lineage of the Red Emperor, yet they had let the power slip away.
Now, as he watched Marquis Qin Wu stride away, he realized that everything he was familiar with and proud of was about to be torn apart, and he was so old.
