The originally serious and tense atmosphere in the Xianyang Palace was swept away in an instant, and was filled with absurdity and weirdness.
The ministers were like petrified wooden sculptures, their eyes stiffly glancing at Nathaniel Ying who was lying on the ground rubbing his sleepy eyes with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
This guy never woke up earlier or later, why did he wake up at this time?
We are forcing the emperor to abdicate!
Preston Wang and Wei Zhuang both looked at Feng Quji with slight dissatisfaction.
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