The Coronation

Four days later, the day before the coronation.

"Elder Lonemoon." A disciple flew into the main hall, cupping his hands and bowing. "The fifteen country emperors from the Bo Sea have arrived."

"They're rather early." I thought they wouldn't come. Lonemoon raised his eyebrows and said, "Just arrange their accommodations."

"They're… not here to celebrate the imperial ascension, they claim to have an emergency and are here to meet Emperor Yi Qing." The disciple frowned and said hesitantly.

"Oh? What issue do they have?" Lonemoon put down the daily schedule in his hand.

"They said it's for some cannon fodder?"

"Pao Hui?"

"Oh, that's right! They said that there was some bias in his treatment, so they've all come to plead with the Emperor to rescind his order." The disciple himself was lost in his explanation.