A Word Settles Military Affairs, Three Words Settle Civil Affairs

At the doorway, Lin Su gently tugged Dark Night. "Let's go!"

They proceeded down the long corridor. At every turn, members of the Azure Dragon White Tiger Legion bowed deeply.

In the garden ahead, several palace maids lay prone on the ground, trembling with fear.

They climbed a pavilion ahead.

Thud!

The two palace maids suddenly dropped to their knees, their bodies pressed against the floor as they trembled...

Lin Su gave a light wave of his hand. "Withdraw!"

"Yes!"

The two palace maids hurried away.

Lin Su sat within the pavilion and looked down at the small lake below. Golden fish swam leisurely through it. Only the fish in the pond knew nothing of the changes between heaven and earth, free and at ease...

Dark Night extended her hand, took out a teapot, and brewed tea for him.

She handed him a cup of fragrant tea. Lin Su accepted it casually and set it aside. A brush appeared in his hand, and an inkstone appeared on the table. A gentle breeze arose; the ripples remained unruffled. Lin Su lifted his brush...

Dark Night's heartbeat sped up. Her husband was going to write poetry!

A Northern Expedition enough to be recorded in history had now achieved its great success. He was going to leave behind a poem.

Even if it did not summon seven-colored radiance, this poem would still be recorded in history.

But she had guessed wrong.

What Lin Su took out with his left hand was not golden paper at all, but... Formation Stones!

Dipping the Precious Brush into precious ink, Lin Su drew formation patterns onto the Formation Stones...

One piece, two pieces...

Until every Formation Stone in the small bag had been used up—more than a hundred in all.

"Husband, what are these?" Dark Night asked.