The Vastsea Nation had never been this chaotic before, as if overnight the situation changed dramatically with internal forces clashing and external empires invading, throwing the entire empire into chaos.
The New Emperor sat atop the Great Hall, watching the ministers fiercely debating countermeasures, feeling utterly helpless and on the verge of tears, as he had never anticipated things would develop in this direction.
Now the New Emperor felt as if he were dreaming, finding it incredibly hard to believe the empire had suddenly become like this.
"All beloved ministers, what do you believe we should do now?"
Upon hearing that one city after another had changed hands, all occupied by various powers, the New Emperor truly didn't know what to do.
As these words were spoken, the entire Great Hall suddenly fell silent.
No one dared to speak, with too many people conjuring the image of a certain figure in their minds.
Sigh!
