Quite some time had passed since Luo Yi's death.
Yet the atmosphere in Changle Palace remained oppressive, or rather, the atmosphere throughout the imperial palace was oppressive, because the regent Grand Chancellor was in a poor mood and often thought of Marquis Ying.
The Thorough Marquises in Chang'an fell silent as cicadas in the cold. Even their somewhat overbearing younger clansmen restrained themselves considerably, afraid of angering the Grand Chancellor at such a time.
Changle Palace.
Luo Xin scanned the document in his hand and said without raising his head, "Elder brother, this document..."
He stopped halfway through, his hand still extended in midair. Seeing this, Luo Chen hurriedly took the document, while all the ministers in the hall remained silent.
Although Luo Xin was the regent and had earned tremendous renown over the years, he knew that half the credit for his governance belonged to his elder brother. Without Luo Yi beside him, checking for gaps and remedying omissions, his administration would not have gone so smoothly.
In truth, he was the emperor, while Luo Yi was the Chancellor.
Now that Luo Yi was no longer beside him, Luo Xin truly could not get used to it. Handling state affairs no longer felt as smooth as before. Fortunately, Luo Chen and the ministers could still share the burden; Luo Xin only needed to establish the framework at the highest level.
Luo Xin rose and walked outside the hall. As the nation had gradually grown stronger over the years, he had organized repairs to the imperial palace several times. After all, he was a master at managing the economy and had no notion of hoarding money without spending it.
He gazed at the magnificent red palace walls and the blue-stone-paved square before the hall. Before these colossal structures, a person