"Your Highness… no, Your Majesty!"
The King of Huainan had seized the throne, yet his subordinates were still not fully accustomed to addressing him in this manner.
After all, he had not yet formally held a coronation ceremony, nor proclaimed himself emperor, nor established a new dynasty. In name and in practice, this was still a transitional moment, one soaked in blood and tension.
"What is it?"
After a prolonged campaign and a coup that had lasted through the entire night, dawn was finally approaching when everything came to an end. Xiao Jinan had just found a palace hall where he could rest. Jiang Jiamian, who was no less exhausted, helped him remove his armor and lie down.
They had barely settled when hurried knocking sounded at the palace door.
Xiao Jinan's expression darkened. He rose immediately, opened the door, and looked coldly at the kneeling subordinate outside.
"Speak."
