Emperor Vastsea had lied low the past several days after his defection. He knew that it wouldn’t be that easy to win forgiveness and acknowledgment from Veluriyam’s other great emperors. He’d spent his recent days in unease and misery. The other great emperors of the city were either knowingly or unknowingly, distancing themselves from him. It was as if he was infected with some infectious disease.

It wasn’t the others fault, though. Almost all of the blame could be assigned to his past self. His current situation made him feel uneasy about the young lord’s request to see him. Is young lord Zhen looking to criticize me? Is he reneging on our agreement?

Jiang Chen arrived in the middle of one of his conflicted deliberations.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Vastsea.” Jiang Chen was the image of politeness.

“Oh, not at all. I wasn’t busy or anything. If young lord Zhen wants to see me, waiting a few moments is nothing.” Emperor Vastsea adopted a very humble position.

“There’s no need for such excessive courtesy, Vastsea,” Jiang Chen waved a hand. “I said already that I’m looking for actual actions...