Gao Zhijian

When Gao Zhijian left the crowded, gossip-filled Imperial Court and entered the quiet Inner Palace, gazing at the emerald-green Imperial Garden in the distance, his mood finally improved a little.

He entered the Imperial Garden, sat down on a stone bench, and enjoyed this brief moment of peace.

Suddenly, he walked over beside an ornamental rockery, lifted a huge boulder in both hands, and raised it with all his strength.

With a low shout, he hurled the stone high into the air and caught it steadily. Then, still holding the boulder, he began practicing military cultivation techniques. The eunuchs watching from the shadows were scared out of their wits.

Only after a thin sheen of sweat had formed on his body did Gao Zhijian set the stone down and let out a long breath.

Honestly, although the palace had everything, he still missed those days in Oxheart Village.

Back then, he could silently watch the girl he liked, and he could use his own strength to protect the fellow disciples whose lives and deaths were bound to his.

More importantly, his mind had not been as sharp as it was now. He had not needed to think about all these chaotic, messy problems.

"You really aren't much of an Emperor. Why do you only listen to problems without solving them?" As the voice sounded, Li Huowang's figure emerged from the bushes nearby.

Gao Zhijian sighed and sat down on the stone, as though Li Huowang's appearance had not surprised him in the slightest.

"After the Fa Sect stirred things up, and then all those Great Qi refugees got mixed in, the court has no money and no grain left. With so many problems appearing all at once, what do you expect me to do? I can't conjure money and grain