He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

When Yun Yi came out of the side hall, the sun outside had already risen a bit higher.

The morning mist had completely dissipated, and golden light spread across the palace walls and eaves. The remaining snow on the roof tiles was melting into water droplets, which fell one by one from the eaves, making a soft, tinkling sound on the stone slabs.

Yunling was waiting for him at the corner of the corridor.

She had changed out of the palace maid's clothes and put back on her own pale yellow palace dress. She was squatting under the eaves, poking at a small puddle of snow water on the ground with her fingers.

Seeing Yun Yi walk over, she clapped her hands, stood up, and took out a thick roll of paper from her sleeve and handed it to him.

"Ten years," she said.

Yunyi took it and unfolded it.

The pages were densely covered with tiny, neat characters, each line arranged in an orderly fashion: the first year involved rectifying officialdom, surveying land, and eliminating redundant officials; the second year involved reorganizing border troops and piloting a new military system; the third year involved tax reform and opening customs ports; the fourth year… and so on up to the tenth year.

From domestic affairs to foreign affairs, from military affairs to people's livelihood, the key tasks for each year are clearly marked, and alternative plans and risk responses are even attached after the key points.

Yun Yi turned the pages one by one, at a moderate pace.

Yunling stood to the side, looking relaxed and casual, with her hands behind her back and her toes lightly touching the ground, but her round eyes were secretly observing his expression.

Yun Yi finished reading the entire roll of paper, closed it, held it in his hand, and remained silent for a moment.

"hiss……"

"Aside from a few differences, everything else is basically exactly what I expected."

Yunling stared at him for a while: "Is that alright?"

"These are almost exactly what I thought," Yunyi said. "There are a few more points that I've also considered, but not as detailed as you've written."

He paused, then added, "There are a few things that are even better than I thought."

Yunling's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile.

She sighed silently to herself.

Because these solutions weren't her ideas at all.

She "saw" it in the Heavenly Dao Sand Table—it was a series of paths that Yun Yi himself was carrying out.

To be honest, when she first saw these plans in the Heavenly Dao Sand Table, she was stunned for a long time.

In her memory, Yun Yi was a pure brute who could create a sonic boom with a punch at the age of three and crack space with a hammer at the age of four.

She always felt that he had relied solely on his unreasonable brute strength to get where he was. He was probably smart enough, but that was about it—if he could smash an enemy with one punch, he would never spend half a second considering a second move.

But what was written on those papers shattered her idea.

The country's governance policies and the management of people's livelihoods and sentiments, while not perfect, are not too far off.

How can there be such a person?

Their combat skills are already ridiculously high, and they also have brains.

She had originally wanted to show off, but after watching it, she was indeed discouraged.

But it doesn't matter.

Now that we've seen it, let's bring it all out, fix a few flaws, and that'll be a perfect solution.

Yun Yi put the paper roll away and asked about another matter:

"What do you plan to do with those who are reincarnated?"

Yunling's serious expression returned somewhat.

She walked to the pillar and leaned against it, crossing her arms and looking at the cleaned square in the distance.

"Ascending the throne at the age of six is ​​practically an open secret among reincarnators."

"With such a commotion, it's impossible for the other reincarnators around you not to know."

"I estimate that there are at least a dozen people watching this imperial city, but they haven't made a move yet."

"I'm not afraid of them coming to kill me," Yun Yi said.

Yunling rolled her eyes at him:

"Kill you???"

"With your strength, no matter how many of you come, they'll just be throwing their lives away."

"You're mainly afraid they'll ruin the country."

Yun Yi did not deny it.

Yunling scratched her head, a gesture that finally made her look somewhat like a six-year-old child.

"Well... that's definitely the biggest problem."

"Those people are very shrewd; they knew from the beginning that you were probably planning to establish a dynasty-like system in this world."

"The core of a dynasty is the nation's fortune and the people's hearts—if the nation's fortune collapses and the people's hearts scatter, even if you, the emperor, are the most capable, you cannot support the system."

"So their strategy is very clear: first, undermine the country, destabilize your foundation, and then strike when you are in a state of chaos."

She sighed. "The key thing is, it won't be just one or two people coming, it will be dozens."

No matter how strong you or I are, we can't be in every place at the same time.

"As long as they spread out and cause trouble in several border states at the same time, we'll be constantly on the run."

Yun Yi listened quietly.

Yunling paused here, then suddenly curved her lips into a smile and changed her tone: "But it's not entirely hopeless."

"What method?"

"I know someone with access privileges who can help us."

Yun Yi glanced at her.

He was indeed somewhat surprised—not to mention the deep secrecy among those with authority, the inherent wariness between them meant that proactively contacting them might not yield good results.

But Yunling's ability to lock onto a target so quickly and assess its usability did indeed make him take a second look at her.

"Aren't all those with high access privileges arrogant?" Yun Yi asked. "Would he be willing to help us?"

Yunling chuckled, her laughter carrying an air of certainty that said, "This is different."

"He doesn't seem that arrogant at all; he's quite timid."

She tilted her head, as if recalling some amusing scene, "I only need to threaten him a little, and he will definitely obey."

Yun Yi thought for a moment and nodded.

He didn't ask about the specifics of the threat, nor did he inquire about the other party's identity or background.

Since Yunling said she "has a way," then we should believe her.

"When will we meet?"

"Tonight will do." Yunling straightened up and patted the wrinkles on her skirt. "He has an avatar in a dilapidated temple south of the city. We can just go there then."

"A little threat will definitely get them to help."

She said this in a casual tone, as if she were quite certain.

Yun Yi looked at the composed expression on her round face, paused for a moment, and then nodded:

"Okay. I'll go see him tonight."

……

That night, Yun Yi changed out of the overly flamboyant dragon robe and put back on a simple dark blue outfit, with a thin cloak over it.

Yunling also changed into a neat short outfit, and tied her hair into a simple ponytail, looking like a little eunuch running errands.

The two slipped out silently through a side gate of the palace.

The night was thick, and the moon was mostly obscured by clouds, with only a few scattered rays of light leaking through the gaps in the clouds to barely illuminate the dirt road outside the city.

The patrol lanterns on the city wall grew farther and farther away behind us, eventually turning into a blurry, warm yellow light.

Yunling walked ahead, her steps light and her direction clear; it was obvious she had walked this road more than once.

After walking for about half an hour after leaving the south gate, the houses on both sides of the official road gradually thinned out, replaced by patches of wasteland and low shrubs.

A side road branched off from the main road, winding its way to a slightly higher earthen slope.

The dilapidated temple was located on a hillside.