"Excellent! Very excellent!"
Gazing upon the golden, bountiful wheat ears in the fields, the Saint repeatedly voiced his approval.
As an Emperor, if one could ensure that his subjects were well-fed and clothed, no longer suffering from famine, then he would be deemed a Wise Emperor of a glorious era.
Regrettably, it was He Xi who had produced the high-yield grains, and the Saint felt a tinge of disappointment.
There was no helping it, for He Xi was a chess piece covertly placed by the Saint.
Initially, the Saint wanted to use He Xi to leverage the massive stone that was the Guo family, while seeking an opportunity to break the game.
It wasn't that the Saint didn't care for emotions or kindness; it was simply that—
How could one tolerate others snoring beside their couch?
Through the ages, there has not been a single emperor who could endure the military power falling into the hands of others.
His own troops, yet they bore the title of "The X Family Army."
