[Boss, your standards are getting lower and lower.] Jin Daban’s voice rang out, [You’ve willingly become a lifelong follower; you’re no longer the competitive leader you used to be.]

Yuee Huai sat up, stretched lazily, and said indifferently, "Jin, you used to be so quiet. Have you been influenced by that Sky Sea One?"

Jin: [Boss, it has nothing to do with Sky Sea One, he’s quite good. I’m just concerned about you.]

"Really?" Yuee Huai retorted sarcastically, "When I got sucked into the black hole, you seemed less concerned."

Jin: [Concern doesn’t always need to be voiced.]

Yuee Huai was speechless, knowing he had learned this slick talk from Sky Sea One. Jin isn’t the same Jin anymore; is this the case of birds of a feather flocking together?

Jin: [Boss, you still haven’t answered my question.]

"You don’t understand shit!"

Jin fell silent—the very reason he asked was because he did not understand.

"Everything requires gradual progress. The Empress clearly knows that people of the small world are all the same. Being able to stay by her side now is because she allows it. Today I’m a follower, but someday I won’t be."

Jin was silent again. Indeed, the esteemed Boss has changed.

Is this what Sky Sea One meant when he said love makes people degenerate?

Don’t understand, don’t understand, human emotions are truly complex—the Boss is no longer the same Boss.

Yuee Huai went to court on time, garnering a series of strange looks.

He stood at the front clad in white, a faint smile on his lips, completely indifferent to the complex gazes of the court officials.

Recently, there hasn’t been anything major; he was just there for appearances and to see the Empress. After court ended, Yuee Huai reluctantly stepped out of Jinluan Hall.

"Prime Minister, hold on."

Yuee Huai paused, turned around calmly: "I wonder what Your Majesty wishes?"

"Today, I want to meet people who have recommended themselves to the palace. Prime Minister, join me." From Qiann Yan’s perspective, her Prime Minister was talented, and having him assist in examining these self-recommended talents was ideal.

Yuee Huai was certainly pleased, strolling leisurely beside Qiann Yan, not looking around wantonly. In the small world, without memories, he was unable to manage his emotions; now it was his own body, he could control it as he wished.

He wouldn’t want to be treated like those strategists beaten down by the Empress when the timing wasn’t right.

After having breakfast together, only then did Qiann Yan allow those who recommended themselves to come forth.

A total of five people, three men, and two women.

Faced with Qiann Yan, who seemed young yet brimming with majesty and impossible to look directly at, all five lowered their heads quickly, completely daring not to look further.

Qiann Yan glanced over these people one by one, her voice dropping coolly, "Begin, introduce yourselves. As long as you are talented, Great Rong doesn’t distinguish high from low; here, you can obtain your own status."

Qiann Yan half-closed her eyes. This time, five arrived at once—how many strategists could be among them?

Whether they are strategists or not doesn’t matter; if they can be of use to her, she can tolerate it unless they’re foolishly here to strategize against her. In that case, apologies in advance.

"Hengzhi, pay respects to the Empress," one tall man among the five stepped forward, speaking in a rough voice, with thick brows and big eyes. Observing Qiann Yan’s serious demeanor, he continued under her indication, Hengzhi suddenly felt valued, "I have no other skills, just sheer strength; if the Empress has any need, Hengzhi is willing to go through fire and water."