In the Imperial Study, Deliberating with the Chief Ministers

The moment Qiu Yan entered the Imperial Study, he immediately sensed a trace of gravity in the air.

Several chief ministers seated before the emperor were arranged on either side. On the table before the emperor lay an open memorial, and a faint aura of blood and vitality could be seen lingering over its surface.

From this scene alone, Qiu Yan roughly guessed the reason, but he gave nothing away and merely followed protocol in bowing to the emperor.

"Someone, bring Lord Qiu a seat." With a wave of Li Kun's hand, someone carried over a stool.

Qiu Yan took the chance to salute the chief ministers before taking his seat.

"Lord Qiu, this memorial of yours..."

Qiu Yan had only just sat down when the emperor could no longer hold back. He pointed at the memorial before him.

What was written in that memorial was, astonishingly, a proposal for how to deal with and settle the various tribes of the Grasslands after victory in the national war. Much of it had moved Li Kun greatly.

Yet there was still one enormous problem—that was...

The national war had not yet ended, and the Rouluo had not truly been defeated. To speak now of postwar arrangements was simply far too premature.

Hearing the question, Qiu Yan rose again. He was unaccustomed to such formalities, but there was no need to make a fuss over such a trivial matter. Besides, Li Kun had truly treated him well. Even if the emperor had other calculations, people all had private desires; there was nothing inherently wrong with that.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the methods of handling matters recorded above were reached after this subject's deductions and deliberations. They can ensure thirty years of stability."

"Thirty years of stability?" Li Kun could not help growing