Li Mu said, "Her? My aunt, my blood aunt—Father Emperor's closest relative, and his only sister!
Her talent was peerless. In a short time, she became a great cultivator of the Fate-Knowing realm.
A thousand years ago, after what happened to Father Emperor, a rift formed between her and Fuzi. So she left Chang'an and secluded herself on Carefree Island. Gradually, the Carefree Island lineage became one of the Unknowable Lands."
Li Qiang said, "So that's how it is. Our Li Tang has such a powerful foundation behind it after all."
Time slowly passed. The Great Ming Palace outside Chang'an became His Majesty's usual residence every summer. Since it was inconvenient for ministers to leave the city, court assemblies and deliberative meetings, large and small, were greatly reduced. A formal court session was held only once every three days.
Tang King Li Zhongyi sat at the head of the Great Ming Palace with a bowl of chilled white fungus soup in hand, taking sip after sip as he addressed the ministers below.
"Three days ago, the Ministry of War reported that the Left Tent Royal Court's cavalry had penetrated Yan territory and plundered merchant caravans and villages. This is Yan Kingdom's affair. I had not intended to concern myself with it, nor did I wish to.
But on second thought, it would not be quite right to ignore it. This matter is ultimately connected to the Wastelanders' southward migration. The court should still come up with a policy."
The Tang King's tone was very calm. Coupled with the slurping sounds as he drank his white fungus soup, he seemed utterly unconcerned about the matter.
But the ministers knew that it was not that the Tang King did not take it seriously. The matter simply had not reached the point