'Fuck anyone who thinks they can pressure me.' A thick killing intent slowly began leaking from Aditya's body as his cold gaze swept across the thousands gathered before him.
He had absolutely no intention of establishing a precedent where noble houses could gather together and indirectly pressure him whenever they wanted something. If he gave in today simply because he needed their support in the civil war, then what would happen after he became Emperor?
The moment several powerful noble houses disagreed with one of his decisions, they might believe that gathering together and placing enough political pressure on him would force him to compromise again.
That was not the kind of Emperor Aditya intended to become.
'Fuck you all. Even without your stupid support, this Dragon Monarch has ways of winning this war.' At the same time, Aditya's subordinates started walking out of the Mansion. The first one to walk out was Lou Han carrying a heavy greatsword.
