The night was already deep, and the lights of Zhonghe hall were still on. Mu Yixuan was languidly leaning on the high dragon chair. The war that had been away for several days was basically over. He had left the matter of serving as a minister at the border of Hanxiao to the seventh prince. Apart from the war and tax reform, there is nothing for him to lock his eyebrows in the affairs of the court. At this time, his handsome eyebrows are locked. For Lin Yi's Memorial, the shadow pavilion has sent people to leave the city. In a few days, there will be news that Han Yu...