Three days later, the Holy Temple Envoys arrived as promised.
This time, only two people came: the Archbishop and the young Holy Envoy with the silken band across his eyes.
All the outsiders in the hall had withdrawn, leaving only the three of them in a standoff.
"Has Your Majesty thought it through?"
Duotu's face was pale. "I have thought about it carefully these past three days... This Empire, if you want it, then take it. I can give up everything here, as long as I can keep my son."
Even the Archbishop was stunned for a moment and looked to the young Holy Envoy beside him.
The young man spoke, "Your Majesty has worked diligently for years, governing the Empire with impeccable order. We have all seen it. No one is more suited to be the ruler of this nation than you."
He then looked at the little lion cub in Duotu's arms.
"Without the Empire as a bargaining chip, Your Majesty will truly be unable to keep your heir."
