Now, Emperor Yong Ping was counting the days on his fingers waiting for Xie Xian.
It was said to be three years of mourning, but it was actually twenty-seven months. By the end of October this year, it would be two years. In three to three months, it would be the beginning of spring.
There was hope just thinking about it.
Before the new year, the filial piety period of the Xiao family of Lanling had actually passed, but Emperor Yong Ping had never made a decision and had just left it there.
He would have to use the position of the chief but he was also worried that Empress Xiao would take advantage of the situation and allow the Xiao family to expand in the two prefectures.
Before he could think of a specific way to appease the Emperor, Empress Xiao had already hinted at him more than twice, which made Emperor Yong Ping quite angry.
