Chang'an.
In front of the palace gates.
"Please, Your Majesty, establish the heir!"
"Please, Your Majesty, establish the heir!"
"Please, Your Majesty, establish the heir!"
...
Over a thousand figures sat on the ground, led by a few elders, chanting this slogan repeatedly.
Their voices were not loud, but blessed by the Vast Sound, they could be heard clearly in every corner of Chang'an.
The citizens had already been alarmed, took to the streets, and watched from afar outside the palace gates.
In their hearts, they naturally supported these people.
Not attending court for over ten years, neglecting the empire, the people of Daxia had long been dissatisfied with the Emperor.
Now, in the midst of an unprecedented upheaval in centuries, what Daxia needs is an Emperor who is diligent and industrious, leading the country to become stronger and wealthier, not a ruler obsessed with immortality, cruel, and murderous.
