His conversation partner quickly responded, purely rational judgment devoid of emotional elements, benefitting both sides without harm. Allies for a moment, seizing opportunities to confront, the general direction was set, and other details could be negotiated slowly. For two thousand years, the Empire had coexisted with order in this way; the Emperor knew how to negotiate for the greater good.
"Okay... then let's set the time and each prepare."
The Emperor ceased speaking, silence fell in the Moon Palace.
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Two sofas, one wooden chair, the television replaying a recent great battle from outside, the small blue-toned room was filled with warmth.
Yan Qi sneezed and cursed without any decorum: "Damn, not a single day of peace!"
"Buddy, let's be honest, is anyone forcing you to watch TV here all the time?" Mr. Lan shrugged, "You can leave anytime, I even suggest you return to the capital and rest before considering future circumstances..."
