Feng Cheng led Li Fei to the outside of the main hall, and Li Fei stepped inside.
Qin Ziheng sat inside the hall wearing a Dragon Robe. When he saw Li Fei, he smiled and gestured for him to come sit.
"Your Majesty."
Li Fei saluted, then sat down.
Qin Ziheng looked at him with a beaming smile. "How have you been resting lately?"
It had been nearly a month since Li Fei returned to Lanling City from the Eastern Border.
This month had been Li Fei's easiest in the past year.
The imperial court had assigned him no tasks at all, and the Son of Heaven had even personally told him to rest properly at home.
After all, he had fought at Baifeng Plain not long before, then gone to handle the Western Continent delegation, followed by a campaign against the Northern Barbarians, then been transferred to fight the Western Extremity Kingdom, and finally sent to the Eastern Border to battle the Grassland Royal Court.
Even oxen and horses were not worked that hard.
That was why Qin Ziheng had deliberately wanted Li Fei to rest properly and savor the joy after victory.
But the world was still far from peaceful. Li Fei, Duke Jing'an, was nowhere near the point where he could rest completely.
Li Fei knew that himself. The moment he was suddenly summoned to the palace today, he knew his "holiday" was over.
"Thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty. I'm still young. After doing nothing for a month, I'm already starting to feel restless."
"Hahahaha."
Qin Ziheng threw his head back laughing and pointed at Li Fei. "You really make me envious."
In the eyes of people like Qilian Guanshi, who had lived for more than a century, he was still a "young emperor."
But