Baili Yan was momentarily speechless, feeling that being an Emperor was utterly uninteresting.
He felt like his life was not even as leisurely as that of an ordinary commoner.
It even made him entertain the thought of not wanting to be an Emperor, but that's all he could do—just think about it.
Regarding Yangyang not becoming the Emperor of Great Qi, after thinking it over, he still found it a pity.
"You little rascal, do you know? If you had become the Emperor of Great Qi, perhaps Great Qi and Great Zhou could stop warring, and maybe even engage in a secret plot, turning Great Qi into Great Zhou."
Looking at Yangyang with disappointment, "You little fool, what a great opportunity wasted."
Yangyang scratched his little head, was it really like that?
"I never thought about it like that." Yangyang shrugged, "But now the result is the same, isn't it? The young Emperor of Great Qi is Prince Le's biological son, also a person of Great Zhou."
