The cold-faced middle-aged man's purple eyes glinted sinisterly as his gaze fell upon the National Preceptor. "Heh, after that bitch is thrown off her throne, how about you become the Monarch?"
"I wouldn't dare. Whatever you say, my lord."
The National Preceptor had this ambition, but he wouldn't dare admit it.
He was well aware of how terrifying the man before him was, and he was completely unable to guess what the other man was thinking.
"My lord, when do you plan to make your move?"
The National Preceptor asked, wanting to be prepared.
"When the banquet begins."
The cold-faced middle-aged man was expressionless.
The National Preceptor was shocked.
Previously, the cold-faced middle-aged man had said that he would wait for someone to arrive before razing the Imperial Palace and slaughtering the Azure Cloud Royal Family in one fell swoop.
But now.
The cold-faced middle-aged man was planning to strike immediately!
