Whenever he truly could not digest it all, the excess would disperse into the Aerial Pavilion, where he let Zhou Hen enter to cultivate.
The bad news was that Fat Flower Crowning simply refused to slim down, so turning the illusory into reality would take longer. The good news was that being fat had its advantages.
That was also why Li Qingxian did not go to the Northern Garrison Army. His own foundation was not even secure yet—how could he move rashly?
That would be irresponsible toward the Emperor, irresponsible toward the Northern Garrison Army, and irresponsible toward himself.
Northern Garrison Army.
Censorate Commissioner's Office.
Jie Anhuai wore the official robes of a Fourth Rank military officer. He was robust, bright-eyed, and carried himself with uncommon bearing.
Yet deep in his eyes, a trace of helplessness occasionally flashed by.
Before setting out, his uncle, Jie Linfu, had painstakingly explained how to gain a foothold in the Northern Garrison Army, how to cooperate with the supervising commander Cha Fuli, how to befriend Marshal Chen Yingyang, how to weaken the River Guard Army, and especially how to force Li Qingxian into taking action.
Jie Anhuai sighed softly. He had learned dragon-slaying arts, but where was the dragon?
Li Qingxian simply would not come.
Whether it was the Northern Garrison Army, the Ministry of War, the Five Armies Commandery, or even a personal written order from the Deputy Chief Minister of the Cabinet, he ignored them all.
The Ministry of War had personally asked Chief Minister Zhao to issue an order, yet Chief Minister Zhao turned a blind eye.
Jie Anhuai even suspected that some expert behind Li Qingxian was offering him counsel. This move of pulling the firewood from beneath the cauldron had been played superbly.
After thinking for a long time,