It was time to bring all of this to an end.
The handsome young man in a plain white daoist robe walked alone through the bustling streets.
This was the Capital City of Great Yan.
The current emperor of Great Yan was no longer Xiao Jue, but Xiao Hui.
Back when Chen Yan had still served as the Marquis of Jingyuan in the Great Yan Dynasty, Xiao Hui had been Great Yan's Crown Prince.
At the time, Xiao Hui had been only eighteen years old.
Now, Chen Yan roughly calculated that forty years had passed since he left the Great Yan Dynasty.
Using his Spiritual Sense, Chen Yan broadly grasped the current state of affairs in the Great Yan Dynasty.
Xiao Jue had passed away seven years ago.
Xiao Hui had, after all, been Crown Prince for more than thirty years, so his ascension to the throne had gone smoothly. The court officials were all thoroughly convinced by this Crown Prince as well.
After all, before Xiao Jue passed away, he had been gravely ill for two years.
The old emperor no longer had the energy to handle all state affairs, so during that period, Xiao Hui had also fulfilled the duties of a regent.
Xiao Hui was now fifty-eight years old.
His vigor remained abundant, and he governed the country well.
With no restraints upon him, all power was wholly concentrated in his own hands.
Moreover, the climate had been favorable in recent years, and there had been bountiful harvests almost every year.
Everyone believed that Xiao Hui would become a ruler of towering renown in Great Yan's history.
And one deeply beloved by the people.
Chen Yan's gaze fell upon the streets of Great Yan's Capital City.
The cries of the vendors and the teeming crowds seemed no