Half an hour later, Jiuwei arrived.

His handsome face, indifferent aura, and a cold white dress, he was a bit like Zixi and Chu Chen when they first met Emperor Xiu.

However, the sixteen-year-old boy is younger than the imperial cultivator back then, and his eyebrows are still missing a little maturity.

A white ribbon was tied between his hair, hanging down his shoulders along his black hair, adding a bit of coldness, and guarding his own filial piety in a silent way.

"Jiuwei." Jiurao spoke lightly, "Sad to mourn."

Jiuwei glanced at her, but didn't say anything, her expression was so quiet that she couldn't tell any emotional fluctuations.

"A person cannot be resurrected by death, and the living must still look forward." Ji Huangyu sat aside, with a lazy tone, "The Lord of the Imperial Pavilion is probably not happy to see his carefully selected selections, and the carefully cultivated heirs are immersed in sadness and sadness."

"It's true." Mo Hua said in a gentle voice, "Elders all hope that children can grow up and be strong. Moreover, life is always inevitable, and birth, old age, sickness and death, and they will face it sooner or later."

Tianshu was silent for a moment: "Your Majesty will always be your home here, don't feel lonely."

Luan Fei curled his eyes and pondered, just as he was about to say something in response to the atmosphere, but he saw the boy standing in front of the window turn his head, his voice as calm as water: "You guys are worried too much."

The five faint words, as calm as an ancient well, made several people in the hall look up at him.

"I'm not sad," he said. "My father talked to me before he died. I chose to respect and accept his decision."

Jiu Rao was silent for a moment and said, "It was useless for our hard work to comfort us."

Jiuwei glanced at her.

"Jiuwei." Chu Chen walked in from outside the hall, "Can you deal with the affairs of Jiuge now?"

Jiuwei nodded: "You can handle it."

Chu Chen was relieved when he heard this.

"Dad, where is my mother?" Jiurao said, "The banquet can begin."

"I'm talking to your Uncle Nan Mohao." Chu Chen walked to the opposite side of Jiurao and sat down, "They may have not seen each other for a long time, and they have a lot to say."

Jiurao said: "Where have your father and mother been in the past two years?"

"Let's go everywhere." Chu Chen said, "We've been walking around the mountains, rivers and lakes. We've been to Mobei last year... Do you know? In the extreme north of Feng Kingdom, it's very far away from here. You have to cross a vast grassland and climb over a steep mountain. Just like a martial arts master like your mother and I have to walk for several months to arrive."

Jiu Rao frowned: "Mobei?"

"Well." Chu Chen nodded, "We just knew there was a country there, and there was more than one, but it was too far from Lingguo. It was like people from two continents, but the climate there was cold, spring and summer were very short, and autumn and winter accounted for most of the time."

Jiurao has never been there, nor has she heard of it.

However, "Jiuwei, have the power of Jiuge ever been there?"

Jiuwei shook his head: "It's too far away, it's a continent completely isolated from here, the forces of Jiuge are not there, but my father has been there."

After a pause, he said, "I plan to go over and take a look in a while."

"You are going?" Chu Chen was slightly surprised and then smiled faintly: "Prepare to expand the power of the Nine Pavilions to the north of the Mobei?"

Jiuwei shook his head slowly: "I don't have that great ambition, but if necessary, I can arrange some people to stay there and understand the situation there at any time."

"Jiuwei's idea is good, and I think it should be tried." Jiurao thoughtful, "The cultural differences between countries are different, and the customs and folk customs are also different. It can learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, help govern the country and stabilize the country."

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Chapter completed!