As he spoke, Fang La turned around and proceeded up the steps, arriving before the main seat. His palm gently caressed the icy cold armrest, the thousand-year ironwood was incredibly hard with an inherent chill. Fang La's Adam's apple involuntarily moved. In the past, he impeached officials in court, wielded the pen fiercely and used his tongue as a sword, but today this black chair bore the life and death of tens of thousands, the fate of a territory.
Suddenly, he felt somewhat anxious and a bit fearful, but recalling the edict issued by Your Majesty and the heavy seal in his sleeve, the ambition of power finally prevailed. Thinking of being marginalized and the grim encounters he faced since arriving in Shu, along with the questioning whispers in his ears — "You're just an advisor, can you fight a war?", he squeezed the armrest tightly.
He was determined to show everyone that he, Fang La, was not just an advisor, but also demonstrate his abilities to Your Majesty.
