When Dreams and Reality Became One

Of course, that was only because Qin Yi never claimed credit for himself.

In truth, at least seventy or eighty percent of the credit belonged to him.

Back then, Li Wuxian had merely blindly done what people believed she ought to do, without knowing why she had to do it. People would not explain too many principles to a child so young, yet her prematurely awakened wisdom made her view things from the detached understanding of an individual and carry out what she believed were her duties.

It was the contradiction between wisdom awakened too early and insufficient time to see through the ways of the world and human hearts.

She did not know the meaning of what she had inherited. Her understanding had been muddled, her chosen methods had nearly gotten even her aunt killed, yet she had thought them shortcuts and believed her aunt and master were simply putting on airs.

It was Qin Yi who taught her everything, including how to understand her father's aspirations and how to establish her own new ambitions. He took her across mountains and rivers, guiding her toward the kind of Emperor she ought to become.

Rather than being influenced by her father, Li Wuxian's ideals had practically been shaped wholesale by Qin Yi.

What she was doing was, in truth, the Emperor in Qin Yi's heart—the understanding and expectations a modern person held for a good Emperor. If she had truly been taught by people of old, then the saying that sages took the hearts of the people as their own would have been nothing more than empty words on paper. There had not been many emperors throughout history who truly did so.

Just as when her aunt had first met her uncle, she had said: "This is my realm. They