"My lord, have some steamed buns." Lady Yin brought over five large, white steamed buns.
Ever since the flooding of Chentang Pass, Li Jing had eaten steamed buns as the staple of all three meals.
It was only so that the sight of them would remind him of his son.
Lady Yin had invented the steamed buns using Nezha's hair buns as her model.
Less than a day after Nezha's death, Taiyi Zhenren had taken him away, saying that he could be revived by receiving incense offerings on Qianyuan Mountain.
From that moment on, Nezha had been reduced entirely to a tool for shielding Taiyi Zhenren from tribulation.
Li Jing seethed with hatred-hatred for his own helplessness. Had he succeeded in cultivation and attained Great Luo, why would his son ever have been reduced to someone else's shield against tribulation?
Li Jing's brush swept across the slips like a roaming dragon. The bamboo slips beside his desk had already piled into a small mountain.
"My lord, eat your buns first," Lady Yin urged. Lately, Li Jing had not only been handling official business but, for some reason, had also kept talking about revising the Tang Punishments and setting Great Shang's laws in order.
Lady Yin was quite skilled at fighting battles and commanding troops, but when it came to internal administration, she knew almost nothing.
Still, she had come to terms with it. If her husband could redefine Great Shang's laws, it would be a blessing for the realm.
At first, when she had seen King Zhou strike ruthlessly and kill Nezha outright, she had nearly fainted with anger.
But Lady Yin was no ignorant common woman. After Li Jing explained things, she had understood. Besides, Nezha was not dead; he had merely gone to accept his sorrowful fate.
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