Li Ruxing was able to achieve a comprehensive balance in such a complicated political environment. It had to be said that he had exhausted all his energy.
The reason why the group of elders were feeling emotional was because their previous leader was Li Yueming.
That was all.
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Year 7825 of the Great Zhou Royal Calendar.
It had been fifteen years since Li Yueming was assassinated.
It was another midwinter with heavy snow.
At three o'clock in the morning, the cold wind outside the window howled.
Li Ruxing was sitting in the old tent, reading documents carefully.
Outside the tent, someone knocked on the wooden door.
Li Ruxing put down the scroll in his hand and rubbed his temples. He looked a little tired.
However, this expression only appeared for a moment before it immediately disappeared. His face once again returned to its usual emotionless expression as he softly said,"Come in!"
A moment later, Li Ruyue came in with a brazier.
