Li Rong didn't want to make the same mistakes again. She'd racked her brain for an idea, and as it turned out, maybe because the moment had finally come, her thoughts had moved quickly. She'd actually come up with one.
So she carefully examined the four paintings, then said with a sigh, "Imperial Father, after eating all kinds of delicacies, could you stomach wild greens and corn buns? And I mean eating them all the time, not just trying them once in a while."
Li Ming was taken aback. He hadn't expected his daughter to suddenly say that. Frowning, he asked sternly, "Of course not. Do you mean you don't like any of these men, Rong'er? Or have you already set your heart on someone?"
Li Ming wondered to himself. For the past six months, Li Rong seemed to have spent all her time on Mount Jiulu. Of the people who were definitely there now, there appeared to be only two men.
One was Qin Lin, and the other was Wang Yue.
Wang Yue was Li Rong's teacher, so the two of them were out of the question. That left only Qin Lin.
The Qin Family had come from a line of military officers. Though their rank wasn't especially high, they still held some influence in the army.
Could Li Rong be after military power?
Or was the Shangguan Family after military power?
Looking at Li Ming's expression, Li Rong understood at once, thanks to the extra twenty years of experience she'd gained in her dream, that if she couldn't explain herself, returning to Mount Jiulu would be nothing but a pipe dream.
Li Rong had lived more than twenty extra years in her dream, after all. She immediately understood what her Imperial Father was worried about.
She knew that