After Si Li became Xiao Mo's personal maid and earned his trust, she followed him around every day.
At first, Si Li truly knew little about palace affairs.
But after asking the palace maid Yang'er for advice a few times, she soon mastered all her duties.
Then Si Li discovered that her master's life this time around truly had been far too rough.
Her master really had become a puppet emperor. He had nothing meaningful to do all day other than cultivate and read.
With Xiao Mo having nothing to do, Si Li naturally had little to do herself.
Still, even though Xiao Mo was merely a figurehead, Si Li remained proud of her master.
Leaving everything else aside, her master had only cultivated for a year, yet he had already reached the perfected twelfth level of Qi Refining and was about to establish his foundation.
Even talented ordinary cultivators needed three or four years to establish their foundations.
Her master's aptitude for cultivation would have qualified him to become a direct disciple even in a top sect.
But how could establishing a foundation ever be easy for an emperor?
Cultivation was inherently an act of defiance against Heaven.
All the more so for an emperor.
In Si Li's eyes, if her master refused to abdicate and insisted on cultivating as an emperor, he would not merely be defying Heaven—he would be stealing Heaven's secrets!
Si Li also could not understand why her master stayed in the palace instead of joining another sect.
Unable to think of a reason, she stopped dwelling on it.
When the time came, she would find an opportunity to take her master out of the palace and head to the Western Regions.
Once they returned to the Western Regions, everything would be easy to handle.