In the imperial study, Su Muyue held her forehead, too lazy to look at the three old men lined up below. On the other side, Shu Lichuo used the memorials to shield her face as she observed the surroundings.
Bai Yu, seated in the middle, looked helplessly at the three old men, their faces flushed with excitement.
"Your Majesty, this servant wishes to expand. Why are you the one shrinking back first?"
Jing Lingzi held a map in both hands. His expression was grave, yet his voice seemed to carry a trace of disappointment at iron for failing to become steel.
Since they had agreed to join Bai Yu, they naturally had to make something of themselves. But they had never expected that only after arriving at the Feather Spirit Dynasty would they discover that this rising newcomer had so many problems!
Originally, Jing Lingzi had thought that the Feather Spirit Dynasty merely lacked manpower. As long as its affairs were put in order, its prospects would be boundless.
But who could have imagined that Bai Yu, that bastard, had delegated authority to an utterly excessive extent? Damn it, he had even handed over the throne, hiding behind the scenes all day without anyone knowing what he was doing.
Still, that was fine. After all, either Su Muyue or Shu Lichuo would do a better job in that position than him.
As long as they straightened everything out, it could still work.
But the deeper the three of them delved, the more they felt that something was wrong.
The Feather Spirit Dynasty had opened routes through the upper, middle, and downstream regions, and even held the seas separating all three firmly in its grasp.
It also possessed the most complete Great Apothecary team and was far too close with the