Shou He went to handle official documents, while his wife entered the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Tu Shan Jun reclined in a wicker chair, a book in hand.
He pondered carefully.
This matter had been handled somewhat crudely. It was not that the reason for approaching him had been flawed, but that he should not have been so eager to make the other party agree.
In this world, asking others for favors had always been difficult. Only when others came begging you could you seize the initiative and make them more convinced and willing.
Although Tu Shan Jun knew that changes would most likely arise here, Prince Hui of Great Qi did not know that.
If he refused and instead reported it to the Emperor, it would only create more trouble.
"One should still be cautious in word and deed."
Tu Shan Jun gripped the book and lowered his voice.
There were many things he had no way of explaining clearly to the other party. Even if he laid them bare, no one would understand.
Even if Tu Shan Jun directly told Prince Hui that the heavens and earth were changing, and that if they could exchange benefits and he gave him Western Mountain, he would ensure his safety, Prince Hui would not necessarily believe him. The color of gods and ghosts worked better.
"It was a little rough, but it still counted as progress."
Tu Shan Jun nodded slightly.
He was gradually beginning to understand some of the wisdom of great cultivators.
For many matters, he could not—and should not—show himself.
A grand temple was built on Western Mountain.
It resembled both a temple and a monastery, yet differed from ordinary Daoist temples and Buddhist monasteries. It looked more like a great hall.
This hall occupied an enormous