Hearing the objections of his confidant made Zhou Shiming feel extremely furious.
"Ever since I took over the position of the late Emperor, I have been thinking about Great Zhou all the time. Every day, I sleep thinking about the common people, but those vassal kings are doing all sorts of actions behind my back. They are trying to subvert Great Zhou!"
Zhou Shiming smashed the table hard.
No one knew how depressed he was.
As the Supreme Emperor, he was restricted in every way.
It seemed like everything was calm, but in reality, there were many undercurrents.
The vassal kings were secretly looking for an opportunity to pull Zhou Shiming down from the throne.
If they continued to let him go, what difference would it make if he, the Emperor, did or did not do it?
The critical point was that nine thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian had not appeared. The Imperial Court's pressure on the seven great sects was getting weaker and weaker.