"Ning Yuanzhou... right, why didn't I think of him?"
"I should have known it was him!"
Mu Xuehuang clenched her fists as she sat upright on the dragon throne, excitement impossible to conceal on her breathtakingly beautiful face.
When trouble arose, one had to prescribe the right medicine for the ailment. In Mu Xuehuang's eyes, if she wanted to stop a band of rebels from destroying Great Li's foundations...
The most important thing was to discover who was leading them.
Then she could strike first and snuff them out in the cradle.
But why had she never set her sights on Ning Yuanzhou?
First, Ning Yuanzhou had already died before all this.
Second, strictly speaking, Ning Yuanzhou belonged to the previous generation.
She had still been little when Ning Yuanzhou founded Flowing Sand!
The claim that "Flowing Sand is a thorn in the Dynasty's heart" had largely come from the late emperor, Mu Xuehuang's father.
Looking back now, how could someone like that have died so easily, so abruptly?
Whatever the case, she had finally identified the rebels' leader.
But Wang Yong, Deng Shigao, and Zhao Chengfeng were dumbfounded.
They had sought an audience together precisely to bring the matter to the Empress's attention.
Why did she look delighted instead?
"Your Majesty, actually..."
Wang Yong hurriedly spoke up, about to launch into a lengthy explanation.
But Mu Xuehuang waved a hand. "There's no need to say more. I have my own plans for the matters you've raised."
"Court is dismissed!"
Mu Xuehuang was so eager to dismiss court not because she disregarded affairs of state, but because she had something more important to do-a simulation.
It was time to simulate again.
That left Mu Xuehuang both nervous and expectant.
She was nervous about what more detailed future would appear this