Li Xinge's Ambition, Yang Province's Tax Problem

As he recalled, twelve years ago, when he first arrived in Ascending Dragon Prefecture, he had been shaken to his core by its towering city walls and bustling streets. Then he had made a solemn vow: "One day, this land will be mine to rule."

Back then, whenever he saw Zhang Qin Hu, that spoiled son of the Zhang Family, he still had to tread carefully.

Now, twelve years had passed, and the Zhang Family had long since vanished like smoke.

And he, Li Xinge, not only ruled Ascending Dragon Prefecture but also held sway over all thirty-seven commanderies of Yang Province. Beneath him were millions of cultivators and hundreds of millions of common people.

With a single thought, he could decide life or death; with a single word, he could set the world in motion.

Twelve years of turbulent change had brought him to such lofty heights.

Give him another twenty or thirty years, and if the Jiang Family could sit upon this vast realm, why couldn't his Li Family do the same?

Let us see who will rule the world in the days to come!

The ambition in Li Xinge's heart surged wildly, beyond his control.

"Governor Li, congratulations. To hold sway over an entire region at such a young age—you are the first in the more than six thousand years since Great Zhou was founded."

Prince Cheng said with a hearty smile, but deep in his eyes lurked a hint of envy and wariness, so subtle it was hard to detect.

Li Xinge waved a hand and chuckled. "It is only because His Majesty and the distinguished gentlemen of the court have placed their trust in me. It is nothing worth mentioning, nothing worth mentioning."

Prince Cheng chuckled twice, then suddenly said, "Governor Li, now that