We had both fallen silent.
Baan’s face was frozen as if he’d been hit in the head, though it was clear to me what he was thinking:
‘Am I hearing this right? What the hell is this person telling me? This is fucking crazy.’
Slowly, his eyes became normal as he took hold of the situation.
After asking Baan to become Emperor, he realized I wasn’t joking when I stared back at him without saying anything.
Actually, he knew from the start that I was being serious.
Before even making this statement, my genuine attitude impressed him.
The reason why he was still suspicious of my intent was because of his fear of becoming the Emperor and the pressure not to speak about it.
Baan had been brainwashed all his childhood that the Emperor’s words dictated his entire world.
The mere thought of going against the Emperor’s decisions was already blasphemy.
The Crown Prince was already chosen, and Baan didn’t have the confidence he could surpass his superior brothers.
Apart from the servants provided to him by the current Emperor, he had no one on his side to support a play to take the title of Crown Prince.
“What is the reason why you would sa...
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