Jiang Changbai obediently sat down, but the delicacies before her were tasteless, and her mind was still disorderly. Recalling the time since they'd met again, she felt that Song Juguang's behaviours were strange. She had made this world, arduous and painstaking, and was willing to submit and give it away, even industriously defending her regime. It was as if someone had given her a command for some sort of duty, calling her to overthrow another's regime, and assist her to take the position. Thinking to this point, she shook her head, and pushed these absurd guesses out of her mind. Just like she didn't believe others would be indifferent towards this imperial position, Jiang Changbai equally disbelieved that there were others who could, from a high place overlooking it all, arrange the imperial throne without care. More than that, if there truly was this sort of ability beneath the heavens, having arranged a less fraught position for Song Juguang wouldn't have been...