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Li Miaotan shook her head.

Moving a mountain was easy; moving people's convictions was hard.

Trying to change the common people's thinking, to make them feel that Chu Zhiyuan was not an outsider, was harder than hard.

No matter how many contributions he made, they would still remember that he was a Prince of Yujing, not one of their own.

"People's hearts are made of flesh, Little Sister. You're too pessimistic," Li Cunyi said.

Li Miaotan let out a cold laugh.

She did not think herself pessimistic. She merely saw things clearly. She did not believe Li Cunyi failed to see it; he was simply feeding her pleasant words to muddle her.

If she truly let herself be muddled, bared her heart and soul, she would only end up heartbroken and disappointed.

Better to stay clearheaded from the start.

Especially at a time like this. Having just slain so many Demon Race and Devil Race experts, with their ambitions soaring to the clouds, they must not assume the common people would be grateful beyond measure.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and patted her jade-like hand, showing that he understood.

Li Miaotan snorted. "Eldest Brother, Second Brother, is there anything else? Don't tell me you're here to drive me away."

"What kind of words are those, Little Sister?" Li Cunren said in a deep voice. "Who would drive you away?!"

Li Cunyi hurriedly said, "No one can drive Twelfth Sister away!"

Li Miaotan smiled. "Father Emperor said nothing?"

"Some court officials did submit memorials," Li Cunyi said, shaking his head. "How could Father Emperor possibly agree?"

"Don't make things difficult for Father Emperor," Li Miaotan said. "I'll speak to him myself. I'll leave as soon as possible."

Li Cunren shook his head. "Little Sister, don't act on impulse."

"If you truly return to