With Lü Zhi's decree, Luo Chen traveled by water the whole way, first along the Yangtze, then straight into Guanzhong by the Han River. Every perilous pass and fortress along the route opened wide for him.
As the sun was about to set, Luo Chen strolled into Chang'an, then was escorted to the Chancellor's Office. "Young Master, the Lord is still in the palace and has not returned. I will first take you to settle into the rear courtyard."
Luo Chen fell silent, then cupped his hands. "Sorry for the trouble."
By the time Luo Xin returned from the palace to his residence, night had fallen completely, but the brothers still had countless things to say.
Luo Chen smiled. "Such trust and regard from the empress dowager toward you is rare even throughout our clan's history, Brother. This is a splendid opportunity for you to establish achievements for the realm."
Luo Xin smiled at his words. "It is only a few favors from years past that have earned the empress dowager's trust."
The imperial family's trust was still quite important to the Luo Clan.
If the imperial family refused to give the Luo Clan important appointments, yet did nothing excessive and simply kept its distance, the Luo Clan could only leave the center of politics.
After all, the Luo Clan could hardly kill the emperor outright in an overbearing fashion simply because he refused to employ them in important positions. How would that differ from the Luo Clan taking the throne themselves?
After pouring wine for them both, Luo Xin asked, "A Chen, have you finished constructing the realm within your heart?"
Luo Chen drained his wine in one gulp and laughed heartily. "Yes, Brother. The realm is within my heart."
Luo Xin's face was full of smiles. The brothers