A union forged for political gain, completely disregarding the will of those involved, forcibly sending them far away to a foreign land.
To put it bluntly, a married-off princess was like spilled water—no one cared whether she lived or died.
She was nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool to end wars and facilitate trade between two nations.
But Mordred was willing to sacrifice herself for Britain—willing to marry into China, on the other side of the world!
"Restoring Britain’s glory is our duty!"
"Father, this time, let me bring a bright and prosperous future to Britain!"
Mordred puffed out her chest, her voice brimming with fearless resolve as she declared this passionately.
"Mordred, you’ve truly grown." King Arthur gave a slight nod.
This heartwarming display of familial affection left the Chinese delegation deeply moved.
Clearly, this so-called Knight of Trachery and Prime Minister of Britain was prepared to sacrifice herself for her country.
Zhuge Liang gently fanned himself with his feather fan, so moved that he decided to show just a sliver of mercy.
He would merely acquire Britain’s power grids, railways, oil companies, and so on—all for the sake of bringing happiness and prosperity to the British people.
If you can’t manage these things yourselves, then just hand them over to me!
Professional matters should be left to professionals.
See? As the world’s most benevolent strategist, he truly had the common people’s best interests at heart!
He was definitely not the scheming rabbit, always hiding a brick behind his back!
Zhuge Liang cleared his throat. "My... dear British friends, regarding our collaboration, I have three points to propose..."
"What points?" Mordred instantly turned her head, eyes full of wariness.
As a rookie Prime Minister, she was far too green to handle this old fox.
Earlier, I almost carelessly signed a pile of contracts.
Qin Shi Huang suddenly waved his hand: "The new video ’The Sacred Round Table Realm’ released by Alaya contains a wealth of information. We shall give you time to digest it."
This wasn’t merely about giving the other side time to process.
It also allowed everyone from China to collect their thoughts.
If the meeting didn’t adjourn soon, they wouldn’t be able to hold back their laughter!
This time, Alaya’s revelations were too explosive—it was practically a public flogging of the Knights of the Round Table.
A public execution of reputation!
Even the Chinese delegation could feel the overwhelming awkwardness.
Zhuge Liang smiled faintly: "As His Majesty commands, we shall wait for you to rest before continuing."
"Are you laughing at us?" Mordred gritted her teeth, barely containing her temper.
"No, no. Smiling is simply part of Chinese etiquette. Besides, I was just thinking of something happy."
Zhuge Liang calmly fanned himself with his feathered fan.
This was an official meeting between two nations—what a brat, unable to keep her cool.
"What happy thing?" Mordred found it harder and harder to suppress her rage.
The public humiliation was already unbearable.
And now, these people seemed to be mocking them.
If she could nearly stab her own father, why should she fear some foreigner?
Zhuge Liang replied: "China’s economy has grown again."
Mordred turned her glare to Chen Gong beside him. "And what are you laughing at?"
"Of course, I’m also happy about China’s economic growth!" Chen Gong answered without hesitation.
Though, truth be told, he was even happier to see the great hero Arash, followed by the Sun King Ramesses II, and the even more formidable Emiya the Great.
It made him practically drool with admiration—
No, it made him eager to befriend them.
Chen Gong had already become their devoted fan, ready to rush over and embrace them—
You are all such magnificent heroes!
"I’ve had enough of you! You’re going too far!"
Mordred’s face flushed bright red.
A mighty Heroic Spirit, yet subjected to repeated public humiliation—it was intolerable.
Zhuge Liang remained seated calmly. "No, no, you misunderstand. I truly am just happy about China’s economic rise and our potential cooperation with Britain."
"You were clearly laughing at me the whole time!" Mordred pointed a trembling finger at him.
Zhuge Liang sighed helplessly. "Prime Minister Mordred, we are all rigorously trained professionals. No matter how funny something is, we would never laugh."
"...Unless we can’t help it," Chen Gong added.
Zhuge Liang shot him a sidelong glance before quickly emphasizing, "In that case, why don’t you take a break first? We can resume discussions once you’ve composed yourselves."
"Fine. We’re leaving."
Mordred followed her father out of the room.
If she stayed any longer, she might just draw her sword and unleash her Noble Phantasm!
The British delegation, led by King Arthur, filed out of the conference hall.
But the moment they stepped outside, laughter erupted from the room.
Mordred turned and shoved the door open again.
The Chinese Prime Minister and Vice Prime Minister both looked at her with solemn expressions. "Is something the matter, Prime Minister?"
Mordred spun on her heel and left, slamming the door shut behind her.
The renewed laughter from inside made her tremble with fury.
"Damn you, Alaya! And damn you, Nameless!"
Mordred clenched her fists and strode away without looking back.
This massive exposure of her dark history by Alaya was nothing short of a disgrace for the entire Round Table of Camelot.
But it was precisely this incident that gave her the confidence to make her father abandon Nameless!
After all, it was the King herself who willingly gave him up!
If the marriage alliance were to succeed in the future, she would defeat that guy fair and square—
And make him cling to her, unwilling to leave her side, whether on the couch, the bed... or anywhere else!
Mordred’s flushed face, initially twisted in anger, suddenly took on a hint of smugness—
If the King were to bow her head and beg for mercy, she might just consider it...
The conference hall erupted in laughter.
They had been holding it in for far too long.
Watching the humiliation of Camelot’s heroic spirits while maintaining a solemn facade had been pure torture.
Zhuge Liang, his eyes brimming with amusement, cupped his hands in admiration. "Your Majesty is truly wise!"
Had the Emperor not insisted on the public broadcast, they would never have shattered Camelot’s morale so thoroughly.
In war, the strongest fortress falls not to siege, but to the mind!
Now, with their spirit broken, the Britons would be at their mercy.
"Did they really think they could laugh at Us and walk away unscathed?"
Qin Shi Huang’s lips curled into a faint smile.
Back when The First Emperor of All Ages was aired, the Britons had mocked him relentlessly.
But it didn’t matter.
In the end, he had flawlessly displayed the majesty of the Eternal Sovereign, standing alongside his mentor to battle the primordial lifeforms corrupted by eldritch horrors—earning even greater admiration from the masses.
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