Ancestor Sacred Artifact

Deep within the Duke of Zhenguo Residence.

After returning home from court, Li Taiming, the Duke of Zhenguo, ordered the servants to summon his eldest son, Li Xuanxian.

Although he had told the court that Li Xuanxian was in seclusion, it had merely been an excuse. He simply did not want Li Xuanxian wading into the muddy waters of Eastern Prefecture.

Who would have thought that old bastard Wen Zhong would refuse to let the matter drop? Now he had to wade into those muddy waters whether he wanted to or not.

Fortunately, he had dragged that old fox Wen Zhong into the water with him.

If they had to offend Li Xinge, they would offend him together.

Li Taiming closed his eyes and began considering his next move.

Before long.

Steady footsteps sounded outside the hall.

The door opened.

A gentle voice rang out in the room.

"Father."

Li Taiming opened his eyes.

Looking at the eldest son who made him so proud, he could not help smiling.

"Xuanxian, you're here. Sit."

Li Taiming pointed to a chair beside him.

Li Xuanxian nodded, lifted the hem of his robe, and sat down.

He looked to be in his thirties, with refined features and a sky-blue robe. His bearing was as gentle and lustrous as jade, his gaze deep and tranquil.

Once seated, he asked directly, "Father, why did you summon me in such haste as soon as you returned from court?"

Li Taiming sighed.

He recounted everything that had happened at court that day to Li Xuanxian, leaving nothing out.

"And so the post of Governor of Eastern Continent has fallen to you. Wen Zhongyan, that old fox Wen Zhong's son, will accompany you as chief administrator."

Li Xuanxian listened quietly, looking thoughtful. After a moment, he said slowly,