Bang—
Shengjing, Eastern Palace.
Dongfang Xinghe threw the teacup heavily onto the floor, staring grimly at the petition on the desk.
"Oracle of the Divine, Southwest rises, King Qin wins, peace under heaven, people prosper..."
Clatter—
Dongfang Xinghe swept with both hands, sending the petition, brushes, and ink on the desk flying to the ground.
"A fox speaking human tongues? An omen from the heavens? Damn your auspicious omen—a mere beast has caused all the southern states to return to Qin. Where does this place the three great deities of the Divine Temple, and where does it place my rightful rule!?"
"Absurd! Absurd!"
He turned sharply to stare at Chief Cabinet Minister Zhong Wenhan: "How could a beast possibly speak the human tongue? Do you agree?"
Kneeling on the ground, Zhong Wenhan's expression subtly shifted: "Minister, Minister..."
Thinking of the vivid reports from officials he had planted in the South, Zhong Wenhan could feel cold sweat breaking out on his back.
