"Exhausted!" Zhu Wencong stretched his arms out, and as Su Yanqiao removed his heavy coronation robe, he felt an immediate sense of relief.
Louis held the crown that had just been removed; Eastern crowns are even heavier, more exquisite, and more magnificent than Western ones.
Zhu Wencong leaned back on the Taishi Chair, the whole day's coronation ceremony had left him utterly fatigued, having personally experienced the pain of the East's cumbersome rituals.
From today on, his status was firmly established; with the highest rank, he could ascend to the top echelon, sitting at the peak of the world's food chain.
In this era, having a title was the concept of a completely different world to not having one—Westerners particularly value this because their class system has long been solidified.
