"Your Majesty, you have lost again," Wang Linchi calmly stated.
"King Heaven Equivalent, as a three-time Spirit Master, is unquestionably proficient, even in this unknown little game of chess," Emperor Jing spoke slowly.
Ever since his coronation, Emperor Jing's physique had steadily increased, and he had become fat and round. He had a peculiar habit: he ate whenever he felt annoyed. Consequently, after ascending to the throne as a puppet, he had become thoroughly depressed.
"Your Majesty is too kind. If there is nothing further, this humble servant will take his leave. Official correspondence from various regions has likely arrived by now," Wang Linchi said.
"There's no hurry," Emperor Jing said, changing his approach. "I just want to ask King Heaven Equivalent one question: now that the Dajing State is powerful and prosperous, when will we sweep away the neighboring Barbarians and assert Dajing's might?"
