"How dare they?"
If Emperor Zhou of the Great Zhou discovered this scene, even if Cheng Zhihai wasn't headed for certain death, he'd probably at least lose a layer of skin, right?
Could it be that Cheng Zhihai, out of desperation to find my whereabouts, is thinking of rebelling?
One absurd thought after another rose in the heart of the King of South Ming.
A moment later, he shook his head and chuckled, "It can't possibly be that they've realized my plans in advance, can it?"
"After all, Emperor Zhou is already dead."
Thinking this, the King of South Ming didn't really care.
Even if his own officials weren't very useful, it didn't matter.
After all, with his strength alone, he could suppress the whole scene.
Only the Prime Minister and the ministers whose cultivation had reached the Ninth Grade were capable of causing him a headache.