The empire, having done its best to gather information in advance, was able to prepare behind the scenes in its own way.
Thanks to that, when Giovanni arrived and delivered Florence's request, they pretended to be flustered but secretly wore a satisfied smile.
Because of this, when Giovanni happily boarded the ship back home, boasting that he had secured a good deal in negotiations with the empire, the staff in Seoul gathered and threw a celebration.
“We’ve caught a big fish, let’s drink together!”
“Hahaha! Indeed!”
“The wine tastes sweeter than usual today!”
“Bring out the colored liquors! Even if the pillars fall, we must drink today!”
“Yes! Today is the day to drink! If those guys didn’t accept, I’d have died feeling bitter!”
The staff cried out “Jihwaza!” and made a festive scene.
Among the empire’s officials, there was no easy task, but this one was especially difficult because the emperor, Wan himself, had spoken and given orders directly.
Of course, previous matters were also passed down by command from above.
But usually, the process went step by step from the bottom up, obtaining the emperor’s approval before descending again.
Therefore, this task was at least twice as hard as others.
If even the slightest crack appeared, tongues would snap, and that day would be filled with wails.