"They are jealous and fearful of you," the Emperor said with a smile, "You possess overwhelming personal combat power and unmatched prestige. This prestige connects the people of the Empire, the army, and even those little nobles. Having you as Emperor seems more appropriate."
"Your Majesty!"
Yang Ming struggled to sit up, "You!"
"Ah, just joking with you, no need to be nervous."
The Emperor sighed as if he had fallen into thought, then suddenly asked, "Hanton, how much do you know about the Imperial Defense System?"
"Just a little, not very much."
"Then, how much do you know about my ancestor, Levi Sherman?"
Yang Ming answered cautiously, "Limited to the Empire's historical records and that book 'The Emperor's Biography', Your Majesty."
"Oh, alright."
The old Emperor hummed a few times, as if pondering some problem.
Yang Ming asked, "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"
