"Ring, ring, ring... ring, ring, ring..." The phone kept ringing in the empty office. Inside the Imperial Palace of Qin Country, a secretary who specialized in organizing materials and planning the Emperor's schedule picked up the phone: "Hello? Hi."
His voice was very calm, without a hint of impatience. Despite his endless workload recently, he still maintained basic courtesy.
Because anyone who could call this number was either wealthy or influential, none of whom he was willing to offend. Although he was a close minister of the Emperor, no matter how promising his future was, he couldn't easily offend those bigwigs.
"About an hour later, the ballistic missile from the Great Tang Empire will hit Wuyang... I'm calling you now to immediately get Ying Duo out of the Imperial Palace. Don't doubt my words. If you can't decide yourself, quickly find someone who can!" A deep voice came from the other end of the line.
