Damn!
Why is this map of Yen so damn short, sending me straight into a death trap!
Within three seconds of observing the Old Emperor's aged face, Yang Ming understood the perilous situation he was in.
He couldn't give this blood.
First, the Emperor forbade bioengineering—though desiring an extended lifespan, the stability of the Empire necessitated a continual turnover of the throne. If the Emperor were to receive this blood and the affair blew up, he wouldn't take the blame—Yang Ming would.
He would be accused of a crime and became an enemy to the Imperial Military Department, Elder Court, Great Nobles, and even those princes and princesses.
Second, there was a risk of cloning. No one could be sure to what extent the Empire's biotechnology had developed or how far the research on the Ancient God Cells had progressed.
