And these are all the things Xu Yuan thought of in an instant, while the reality Li Zhaoyuan faced only brought more issues to solve.
These problems were entangled like a ball of yarn, but Li Zhaoyuan wove them into a piece of his own armor within a year.
The rain pattered against the window frames.
Xu Yuan downed the fragrant phoenix jade liquid in his cup and said softly:
"I probably understand why the Emperor takes a liking to this guy, it seems he truly clawed his way up from hell."
Xu Yinhè remarked:
"Li Zhaoyuan's methods are no less competent than those of Li Yaoxuan in the past."
Hearing such high praise, Xu Yuan instinctively glanced in the direction to the north of the city, exhaling a breath of murky air, and rubbed the smooth cup edge:
"Father, the path to the mountain summit is hard to climb, but rolling downhill should be swift."
The light was dim, and the curtain of rain descended like a string of beads falling from the eaves.
