The temperament of the Emperor of Beikun, I, his close attendant, know all too well. For those unknown to him, he's the type to not stop until hitting a dead end, and won't turn back until banging headfirst into a southward wall.
For us servants, trying to advise him is like dreaming.
Who knows, a few more words and our heads might inexplicably roll to the ground.
"I understand His Majesty's temperament better than anyone. If you want to die sooner, go ahead and keep advising him. As for me, I definitely wouldn't dare," he gestured to the bodyguard and said.
"This..."
The bodyguard was clearly choked up for a moment.
He didn't dare either. Wasn't he just shouted out before? The way His Majesty yelled at him, and those looks he gave him, it was as if he almost wanted to slaughter him!
Didn't he just say a word, that those few people are formidable, and that His Majesty's men should be more careful? Even a well-intended reminder wasn't allowed, how could he dare say more?
