Yue Rujing chuckled with a hint of pride, feeling that it was a matter of honor.
In Beijing, the Yue Family might not be much to speak of, but in the south, they were absolutely a force no one dared to provoke, their power rivaled that of the Emperor's own troops.
He failed to notice, however, the ironic expression on Jin Zijin's face.
For an Emperor to behave thus, no wonder he was walking on thin ice. He spent his entire life balancing various powers, and even as an Emperor, he was constantly on edge, still having to dance to other people's tunes.
"Oh right, I let him in on the old man's senility," Yue Rujing said.
Looking up, Jin Zijin wore a look of mild surprise and sincerely praised, "It's rare for you to be so astute."
With the compliment, Yue Rujing scratched his head a bit embarrassed and said, "I always hear you talking about how the Emperor wants to be a peaceful ruler, navigating between different forces, and I thought the same applies to our Dao Family.
