Facing his questioning, Fang Chen just smiled. "Your Majesty,” he called, “Don't be angry. I'm only doing this for the bigger picture.”1

"You’re telling me not to be angry?!” The Grand Xia Emperor was so angry, he laughed. "Try the feeling yourself. I am the sovereign of Grand Xia, the ruler of a nation. Yet you make it difficult for me in front of all the civil and military officials. What? Think you’re the emperor? Why don’t I just give up my throne to you?” he huffed. “I can retire with your aunt to the countryside and live as wealthy landowners! Would that be better?” 1

The smile on Fang Chen’s face curved a little more at that. "I'm not interested in sitting on the throne,” he voiced. “You can never catch a break; managing the country and serving the people. The worry might even scrape off a few years off my life."0

The Grand Xia Emperor was struck speechless. After a few seconds of silence, he began, growling, "Fang Chen,...1