"It's good that you understand, I don't want to waste more words, let's begin."
"Huh?"
Zhao Yin looked up, bewildered, at the Emperor, indicating he couldn't understand the Emperor's inexplicable words.
The Emperor, growing impatient, glared at him and said, "Set up the altar, perform the ritual, and drive the Gu Insects. I can't swallow this grievance unless the War Prince is dead."
"Yes."
Zhao Yin agreed, still kneeling there without moving.
The Emperor became furious and shouted at Zhao Yin again, "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up."
As long as the War Prince felt comfortable for another second, he felt uneasy.
Zhao Yin replied miserably, "Your Majesty, I wish to hurry, but to set up an altar and perform the ritual, we need some preparations, right?"
Upon hearing this, the Emperor glared again and shouted, "Then hurry up."
"Yes."
Zhao Yin got up from the ground and rushed out in a panic...
