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"Ping'an."
Li Dazhi sat by the window with a cheerful smile and lightly raised his eyebrows at Li Ping'an, whispering,
"When you see your Aunt Wen Rou in private, remember to be more courteous, she is now one of our Li family."
"Okay."
Li Ping'an immediately understood, smiling and nodding, but did not say anything further.
Li Dazhi found it inconvenient to discuss too much of his own personal affairs with his son and said in a gentle voice, "This time, it seems we're in for a tough battle. Do we need to do anything?"
"I've just returned from Xuanyuan Palace."
Li Ping'an sighed,
"I had thought of these things before, but when they actually happen, I still feel an immense pressure.
"The Human Emperor wants a battle to resolve ages of conflict...
"Who knows how many people will die.
