Qi Qian stumbled out of Jiuxuan, turning back for another look at the entrance.
What was he doing here? What did he just agree to?
Rebellion, ascend to the throne, become Emperor!
A chilling, piercing wind blew by, making him shiver. His hazy mind suddenly cleared up.
Oh no, why did he agree? Was he blinded by the prospect of immense wealth?
Or was Jiuxuan poisoning him, muddling his mind?
Yet he had agreed.
Qi Qian looked back at the 'Jiuxuan' written with golden paint mixed with vermillion, feeling as though the words transformed into a vixen that wrapped around his soul.
He quickly turned away; regardless, he was on a pirate ship now.
But Qin Liuxi said she'd help him; he wouldn't have to worry about connections, or even money for stirring things up. All he needed to do was be like a mascot, earn a good reputation, learn to act like a Bright Monarch and govern well. What right did he have to be pretentious?
Qi mascot sighed, accepting the enormous wealth!
