He spent nearly three days with his parents and senior sister.
During that time, he also met with Martial Uncle Wu, who had rushed back without stopping the moment he heard the news.
In private, he naturally received no small amount of complaining.
After all, to Martial Uncle Wu, Lü Qian truly was like his own daughter. He had watched her grow up since childhood. Though he had never said anything over the years, he had kept every one of Lü Qian's actions in his heart and cherished her dearly.
Fortunately, despite his complaints, Martial Uncle Wu understood Li Su's situation and soon recovered.
He did not stay long. In less than an hour, he hurried off again.
The reason was simple: he had been transferred back to the central government and would henceforth assume full responsibility for all affairs concerning the Xia Kingdom.
The central government was now desperately short-handed. The repercussions of the unrest from not long ago had not swiftly subsided; as time passed, the tremors only continued to spread.
Though the greater impact was confined to the middle and upper ranks, the entire Xia Kingdom had undoubtedly suffered a tremendous blow.
One example was a news broadcast two days ago that had lasted a full four hours, causing an enormous uproar.
Mainly because its content had been rather bloody—a live broadcast of beheadings.
Martial Uncle Wu had told him the news. Whether masterminds or accomplices, not one had been spared. Every last one had been executed.
To be honest, Li Su had indeed been furious at first. But after Yan Hua and the others had died, more than half of that anger had already dissipated.
Moreover, from reading Yan Hua and the others' thoughts, he knew that many of those involved were core members of the