“擅闯御花园？哪个不开眼的？”我 spat out the stem, my eyes wide as saucers, staring at the flustered sycophant beside me. The courtyard was buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Right, where do you want him?" I grumbled, already knowing the answer.

The sycophant swallowed hard, his lower lip trembling. "Your Majesty... it's him. That ruffian, Li Ming. He's been causing trouble all morning, saying he's the Son of Heaven!"

My jaw dropped. "Hold on. Li Ming storming the Imperial Garden? And calling himself the Son of Heaven? What's got into him?"

"He's... he's gone mad, Your Majesty," the sycophant stammered, wiping the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. "He's declared himself the true emperor, saying the current one doesn't deserve the throne. He's gathering followers, shouting about revolution."

"Revolution?" I chuckled, shaking my head. Li Ming was a joke, always full of hot air but good for a laugh. "Let him show himself. I'm curious to see how he plays his hand."