Ling Xiao snorted and saw Ling Xin behind a group of important officials craning her neck and casting determined and excited glances at the goddess.
With a gentle wave, Ling Xin's eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran excitedly to the goddess, ignoring everyone else.
"Come on, let's go inside and have some pastries."
Although he was speaking to Ling Xin, Li Yue followed her inside without any embarrassment.
If Han Xin could endure the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs, then Li Yue, who was able to break through the encirclement of the late emperor's many talented sons, could certainly endure it as well.
Even the smile on Li Yue's face remained genuine.
Liu Zi was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do with his hands and feet. Wang Xiang gave Yan Pei a subtle signal, and a clever little eunuch led him inside.
After three plates of cakes, Ling Xiao, resting her chubby cheeks on her hands, said casually:
"We have the Queen Mother of the West's decree. All we need to do is choose an auspicious day to hold an altar and summon the god of rain to obey our command, and the drought will naturally be relieved."
"Thank you so much, Aunt, for your concern for us," the Emperor said sincerely, his eyes slightly red.
He had devoted himself to this matter during this period, but unfortunately, human effort could not overcome fate, and sometimes Li Yue would feel despair.
At this moment, Li Yue truly accepted this aunt, the goddess of the Great Jin Dynasty.
"Alright, I'm going to give the God of Rain a good humiliation!" the goddess said innocently and happily.
"What...!" Why humiliate us? We can talk this out. The crowd looked at each other, not wanting to offend a god.
All eyes turned to the Emperor—Li Yue said softly, "As long as Aunt is happy."
Once you've chosen one side, don't try to waver between the two.
Ling Xiao thought to himself, "With Li Yue in the Great Jin Dynasty, there will be at least a hundred years of prosperity."
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