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"No need for formalities, Ram!" Zhang Taixuan raised his cup. "Since you've called me brother, then we're family now."

I clinked glasses with her and then drank it all in one gulp.

Afterwards, Xiao Sang and You Li also came closer and excitedly clinked glasses with him.

Although they were all drinking juice, they were drinking it with the same gusto as if it were fine wine, which drew the attention of the adults in the audience.

"These kids are so brave at such a young age, even bolder than my sister," Xiaoqing sighed inwardly. She glanced at Bai Suzhen again, but met Bai Suzhen's gaze and could only awkwardly look away.

While Zhang Taixuan was greeting his guests, Zhu Yuanzhang was already discussing matters with Zhu Youjian.

"How are you going to clean up the mess over there?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.

Zhu Youjian confidently said, "With my current strength, the mere Jurchens and rebels are not worth mentioning."

"I'm asking about your subsequent governance," Zhu Yuanzhang said speechlessly. "With your military prowess, conquering the empire was naturally easy, but what happens after you've conquered it?"

"Traitor..." Upon hearing this, Zhu Youjian's eyes sharpened.

Zhu Yuanzhang sneered: "Remember your identity. You are the emperor, not a bandit. If you kill all the rebels, the country will be empty. Besides, weren't you partly responsible for those rebels' uprisings?"

Zhu Youjian fell silent immediately.

"That's what our ancestors taught us."

When Zhu Youjian thought about the number of rebels, he knew that Zhu Yuanzhang was right.

Moreover, these rebels were ultimately forced into this situation by the local gentry and the bad weather; they were not inherently evil people.

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed: "How about this, I'll send my fourth and eldest sons over to help you. My fourth son will be in charge of leading the army and fighting, and my eldest son will be in charge of dealing with the powerful clans. Don't worry, I, Zhu Yuanzhang, am not going to fight you for territory. After the battle, I'll send them back."

"Thank you very much, Ancestor." Zhu Youjian was overjoyed.

(aida) is having a real headache over governing the world!

This thing is way too brain-taxing!

Furthermore, he had not learned the ways of an emperor at all, and in his eyes, the world was simply a mess.

"Father, before we go, why don't we borrow another Cloud-Conveying and Rain-Making Token from Daojun? That way we can help solve the drought problem in his world," Zhu Biao suggested. "If we don't solve the weather problem, the food problem will always be a sword of Damocles hanging over the Ming Dynasty. Only by ensuring that the people have enough to eat can the Ming Dynasty truly be stable. Military force is only an auxiliary measure."

"Good!" Old Zhu nodded in satisfaction. "You've thought of that; all my years of teaching haven't been in vain. If people have enough to eat, who would rebel?"

"I'll go and tell Daojun about this later."

"No need to wait any longer." Just then, a loud voice rang out, "We can lend you a token right now."

With a thought, Zhang Taixuan produced a Cloud and Rain Manipulation Token in his hand.

As the celestial light rose, the token became even more mysterious.

"This token is not casting ordinary rain, but spiritual rain, which can accelerate the ripening of grains at the fastest speed. It is a powerful tool for the late Ming Dynasty. I hope you will use it well."

With that, he waved his hand, and the token fell into Zhu Biao's hand.

Zhu Biao cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Majesty is benevolent. I, Zhu Biao, will certainly live up to Your Majesty's expectations and save the people from suffering."

Zhang Taixuan laughed heartily: "Well said. Li Shimin, you don't need to be envious. I'll lend you one of these tokens for now."

"The eighteen rebel kings at the end of the Sui Dynasty all vanished like smoke. You have already experienced these things and know how many people died. I hope that with this decree in hand, you can quickly pacify the world and let the people live in peace and prosperity."

Li Shimin's eyes reddened, and thinking of the generals and soldiers who had fought alongside him, he stepped forward and knelt down to accept the token: "Thank you, Daojun. Li Shimin hereby swears that he will end the war as quickly as possible and restore peace to the world."

"it is good."

Ying Zheng looked at Li Shimin and Zhu Yuanzhang in the arena and said, "If you two need, I can send each of you 50,000 troops. But after the matter is accomplished, I want 10 million tons of refined steel."

"The First Emperor was truly magnanimous!"

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin and Zhu Yuanzhang were overjoyed.

Ten million tons of steel—for the purely ancient world, that was an unimaginable astronomical figure.

Even in China, it wasn't until the new millennium that the annual steel production reached the billion-ton level.

However, neither the Ming Dynasty nor the world of The Sword Stained with Royal Blood are ordinary worlds.

As the monarch enters the realm of terrestrial immortals, the Five Elements Realm, and the Divine Power Realm, ten million tons of steel becomes insignificant.

If they could step into the starry sky, that would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

Ying Zheng's move was practically lending them 50,000 land-based god-level soldiers for free.

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After everyone finished their discussion, they apologized to Zhang Taixuan as soon as the banquet ended and returned to their respective realms to prepare for the dispatch of troops.

Wanwan was particularly excited: "Now that Cihang Jingzhai is gone, the world will belong to our Yin Gui Sect."

Zhu Yuyan shook her head: "No, it is Li Shimin's world."

"Uh..." Wanwan asked in surprise, "Doesn't Master want to be... Empress?"

"Being an emperor isn't that easy," Zhu Yuyan shook her head. "Governing the world requires more than just military force. I can suppress disloyal families, but what about the common people who are starving? I can't possibly suppress them all, can I?"

Wanwan nodded.

Zhu Yuyan sighed softly: "If you ask me to kill and set fires, I am confident that I am no less capable than anyone. But if you ask me to govern the world, then I am truly powerless!"

Wanwan nodded: "What Master said is true. We have never learned the way of emperors and know nothing about governing the world. Maybe we will do a little better than Chongzhen."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold snort was heard.

Wanwan looked back and saw that Emperor Chongzhen was passing by behind her, his face dark.

Emperor Chongzhen was also helpless. He was about to go home when he was kicked again.

Moreover, these martial arts figures actually believed that they would be better suited to be emperor than he was.

Can this be tolerated?

If this weren't the world of Daojun, Emperor Chongzhen would have become irritable again.

"Wan'er, let's go back to cultivate." Zhu Yuyan changed the subject. "As for Qingxuan, let her talk to Daojun herself."

“That’s true.” Wanwan nodded, opened the portal, and led Bai Qing’er and her master away.

……

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Shi Qingxuan followed closely behind the elven maid.

"These maids are so beautiful, can I really catch the Dao Lord's eye and save my mother?"

Shi Qingxuan is confident in her appearance.

She is the most beautiful woman in the world; that's no exaggeration.

However, these elven maidens before us are all masterpieces of the Creator, stunningly beautiful and incomparable to any beauty in the mortal world.

In addition, these elves possess a pure and refreshing aura that makes people forget the mundane world upon seeing them.

Shi Qingxuan started to feel anxious and insecure again.

"Miss Shi, we've arrived!"

"Thank you for showing me the way, Miss."

Shi Qingxuan bowed respectfully before knocking on the door.

After three gentle knocks, a pleasant voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

Shi Qingxuan pushed open the door and saw the Daoist she had just seen sitting in front of the tea table, sipping tea with a relaxed expression.

"Greetings, Dao Lord!"

"Shi Qingxuan, a woman from the lower realm, begs the Daoist Lord to save my mother. Qingxuan is willing to pay any price!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shi Qingxuan felt her heart pounding wildly, her anticipation reaching its peak.

A few seconds felt like an eternity.

Until Daojun spoke up: "It's okay."

Upon hearing this, Shi Qingxuan was overjoyed, as if she had heard heavenly music: "Thank you, Daoist Lord, for your kindness."

"It's just an exchange of benefits," Zhang Taixuan shook his head. "Miss Qingxuan, there's no need to be so polite."

Shi Qingxuan shook her head: "Daojun, you are too kind! I am but a plain and unassuming person, yet you were able to reverse life and death and save someone's life. This is a great grace from heaven."

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The next moment, the door was pushed open, and the stunningly beautiful Bai Suzhen stood gracefully outside.

Xiaoqing stood behind her and gently pushed her into the house.

Bai Suzhen harbored resentment in her heart, but dared not express it.

Besides, if she didn't want to, Xiaoqing wouldn't have been able to bring her here.

"The Daoist Lord is currently entertaining guests. It seems I've come at the wrong time. Perhaps I should come another time." Bai Suzhen's gaze fell on Shi Qingxuan, her pretty face slightly flushed, as she made up an excuse for herself.

Zhang Taixuan laughed and said, "No, Suzhen has arrived at just the right time."

With a single outstretched hand, Bai Suzhen flew over involuntarily.

Outside.