"Okay, do it."

Di Bing, like a child receiving praise, beamed with a big smile.

Those narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were slightly narrowed, yet they were as clear as if they were newly born.

He turned around and, as he walked to the palace entrance, said, "I'm very busy from now on, so don't come looking for me."

Hua Rong didn't turn around, her tone still soft: "Okay, I won't come looking for you."

Di Bing didn't laugh this time.

He gave Hua Rong a deep look, then walked out of the hall without looking back this time.

Hua Rong reached out and caught the falling snowflakes: "It's snowing again."

She turned around and said to Xin Yuan, who had just entered, "Serve the meal, I'm very hungry."

Emperor Bing did not return to Dengfeng Hall, but instead went to Zhengming Hall.

When he arrived, he had his ministers, whom he had summoned, already waiting there.

They were all young, humble, and very respectful when they saw Di Bing.

However, apart from a few, the others all hunched over low, their faces showing a subtle yet already emerging obsequiousness.

Di Bing looked at them and sighed.

These are the people he has cultivated over the past three years, overcoming numerous obstacles.

They all have one characteristic.

Born into a poor family.

Emperor Bing knew that the long-standing weakness of the Western Merchants was the main reason for their demise.

However, the system of hereditary succession was the root cause of its demise.

People from poor families are born inferior to those from noble families.

Nobles regard those from humble backgrounds as cats and dogs.

However, people are born with different social classes.

Why not give them a chance to change their fate?

Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?

He knew that his decision to reform now would not change anything, and might even hasten the demise of the Western merchants.

But he still had to do it.

I don't seek success, I only hope to plant a seed in the hearts of those who come after me.

A seed of hope!