Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

"In this respect, I am not as good as you," the emperor said with a smile.

The emperor wasn't joking; this was the truth.

Historically, the emperor selected Changsun Wuji as the regent, which was a clear case of nepotism.

If Changsun Wuji hadn't been less ambitious, a situation of powerful ministers causing chaos in the court might have arisen.

Fortunately, Changsun Wuji was just a somewhat arrogant minister, far from being a powerful minister.

The real drama only began after Empress Wu, whom he constantly protested against, ascended to the throne and was subsequently killed.

Hei Chi Changzhi was wrongfully killed and even hanged himself. Emperor Xuan hadn't learned his grandmother's methods, so no one believed him.

One had a cruel official, and the other killed three of his sons in a single day.

They are equally cold-blooded when it comes to power.

The cruel officials were even more arrogant than the current Six Doors (a government agency). They would say you had broken the law, and then imprison you in the imperial prison and begin to torture you.

However, the Six Doors launched a heavy-handed attack on external forces.

The cruel officials only dared to deal with internal affairs.

Empress Wu killed capable ministers, and Emperor Xuan killed his son.

Emperor Xuan also had a less desirable trait: he lived a long life.

It seems they inherited Empress Wu's longevity genes.

If he didn't have this characteristic, he would have passed away in his forties or fifties, how could he have been a troublemaker for more than twenty years?

In less than twenty years, Emperor Xuan's reputation would have barely reached that of an emperor.

Definitely the twin stars of the Great Qian Dynasty.

This is no joke. Before Empress Wu, most princes suffered from wind-related illnesses and had short lifespans.

The youngest son will not live long because of a stroke.

The younger son's relationship with Empress Wu directly improved the situation for future generations.

“Yes, Your Majesty needs to be careful.” Li Junsu frowned as he thought about the messy affairs of later generations.

He truly despised later generations; no one was like the emperor, worthy of his obedience.

Without Wei Feng leading the way, Li Junsu's arrogance as the head of the Li family is no joke.

Especially in this world of martial arts.

With Wei Feng gone, Li Junsu is at least a Martial Venerable. Li Junsu's advancement to Martial Venerable, a level comparable to the level of destroying a nation, means he can directly threaten, or even surpass, Yun Wujing, making him an absolute top-tier expert.

This place is different from history.

Historically, the emperor's youngest son had an affair with Consort Wu very early on.

Flirting is fine, but harming future generations is not.

Everyone praises the youngest son for his skill, but once you understand how impressive the lineup left by Wei Feng is, you'll know the true value of his so-called skill.

With Li Ji, Su Dingfang, and the Eagle of the Grasslands, all three are extremely loyal. In other words, even if you send an ordinary person, when the time is right, these people will remind you to send troops.

All three of them had destroyed two countries, or at least that.

Not to mention the next tier, with prodigies like Pei Xingjian as their representative.

The next generation of emperors received truly perfect resources.

The emperor inherited a chaotic situation and a world where many warlords were rising up.

And what about the next generation?

The previous generation had created a perfect situation, and now a series of rising stars are emerging.

A prosperous nation and a strong people, with a powerful and well-equipped military.

The brakes were being applied by his own uncle.

Even the Great Ming War God would have a hard time ruining this team.

It wasn't the eunuchs' turn to fool the emperor; Changsun Wuji could easily beat them to a pulp.

If Changsun Wuji knew that his nephew was going to personally lead the expedition, a group of ministers would immediately stop him.

There won't be the absurd situation of later generations where little kids can do whatever they want.

But the youngest son somehow managed to ruin this lineup.

There were physical reasons, and there were also reasons stemming from his own arrogance.

After Empress Wu's reign of terror, a large number of officials, both civil and military, died.

That's fine, but what skills or abilities does a member of the Wu family have to take over the Ministry of War?

A bunch of useless people who've never even touched a sword, yet they all hold military ranks. The moment they stepped onto the battlefield, they all soiled themselves, causing the Great Qian's territory to shrink by nearly a third and leaving it with almost no control over the Western Regions.

If it weren't for her grandson standing up for her, Empress Wu would have been sitting at the same table as Emperor Sui.

Everything else is negotiable, but losing territory is unacceptable.

As Li Junsu pondered, the emperor above coughed lightly.

"From now on, Chengqian will have to trouble you, Junsu." The emperor looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes filled with unwavering expectation.

If Chengqian had Junsu to assist him, the next generation would be absolutely secure.

As for offspring, he had no expectations.

The First Emperor also said that the bright moon of the Xuanqin Dynasty would shine for a thousand years, but what was the outcome?

The emperor knew that he had no say in matters concerning his grandchildren; he only wanted to take care of his sons.

"Try your best," Li Junsu said slowly.

Do not meddle in matters concerning the throne.

Even if the emperor is magnanimous, you should not interfere.

The main problem is that without an emperor, there's no one worth serving.

Apart from the emperor, everyone else paled in comparison to the head of the Li family.

"Alright, whatever makes you happy." Having prepared himself, the emperor looked at the somewhat aloof Li Junsu and waved his hand with a smile.

He wouldn't force Li Junsu to do anything.

Since the Marquis of Wu'an values ​​himself, he must set a good example.

The emperor was also a very confident and important figure.

He can't possibly force Fang Mou Du Duan, King Wu An Wang, Immortal Master Bing Shen, Heavenly Demon and Earthly Fiend to do their best for the continuation of the dynasty, can he?

The younger generation must rely on their own abilities to build their own team; he can only select some elders to keep an eye on them.

"Your idea is good. I'll leave the handling of the Western Regions Tantric sect entirely to you," the emperor said with a smile, regaining his composure.

"Yes, sir." Li Junsu bowed, his tone calm.

"besides..."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"Your request to allow Sizi to reside permanently in the Marquis of Wu'an's residence is approved."

As soon as the emperor spoke, Li Junsu raised his head in confusion.

He wanted Sizi to stay at the Marquis of Wu'an's residence for a few days.

How did it become a permanent residence?

Before Li Junsu could react, the servants brought the baby in.

The emperor would begin sending messages via telepathy as his capable ministers entered the palace.

That clever little rascal, Sizi, can't stay in the palace anymore.

The little ox in the servant's arms was very well-behaved, neither crying nor fussing.

The servant placed the baby ox into Li Junsu's arms, and Li Junsu instinctively hugged it.

Upon sensing the familiar presence, Jizi finally smiled.

Then she started babbling in Li Junsu's arms and kept struggling.

Li Junsu looked at Princess Jiaojiao and flicked Sizi's nose.

Sizi chuckled twice, then started waving his limbs around.

I finally met my older brother again.

"Look, since Sizi likes you so much, let him stay in your residence for a few more years." The emperor's words carried weight.

"A few years?" Li Junsu raised his head, a rare look of doubt appearing in his eyes.

Did he hear wrongly?

Does "long-term stay" suddenly become "several years"?

"Alright, I should discuss the matter of the Absolute Life Sect with the Immortal Master now. You should also make arrangements for the Western Regions as soon as possible. Tuyuhun is in a bit of chaos right now, and this is a good opportunity that we can't miss," the Emperor urged.

They could usually chat more, but now that the emperor saw the rhinoceros, he had a headache.

"I understand." Li Junsu carried Sizi and walked out of the main hall.

As I stepped out of the main hall, a figure walked towards me.

The eldest grandson did not offer sacrifices.

"Your Majesty, I have too much official business to attend to. Please allow me to rest for a couple more days for my sister's sake," Changsun Wuji said, his voice full of resentment, his eyes gleaming with dark circles.

"Well, our Duke of Qi, the prime minister, should naturally be responsible for the important affairs of the country."

Inside the hall, the emperor's righteous voice rang out.

"Prime Minister? Why don't you just kill me?"

Changsun Wuji clearly wasn't buying it and retorted angrily.

"No wonder His Majesty spends so much of his free time in the Liangyi Palace; he's afraid someone might go on strike," Li Junsu thought to himself, teasing the adorable little rhinoceros.

"The Gate of Absolute Life, the Western Regions, the Tuyuhun, the Heavenly Demon Palace—the real show has only just begun."

"First, kill a few heretical monks from the Western Regions to consecrate the sword."