"I advise you all: turn your hearts and minds inside out, air them, wash them, and set them straight! It is becoming increasingly clear to me that the root of My troubles lies not outside, not with the barbarians, but with you—right here in this very room!"
"We are guilty! We deserve to die ten thousand deaths!"
In the grand hall, from the Prime Minister down to the common civil and military officials, all knelt upon the ground.
Yan Emperor Ji Runhao sat on the dragon throne, gazing at the expanse of kneeling civil and military officials below. His heart felt none of the sense of accomplishment befitting his supreme imperial status.
