Perhaps he was sick.
Zhao Huan found that the older he got, the more he enjoyed watching his sons fight amongst themselves.
Now that Zhao Ci and Zhao Yong had brought up the matter at the same time, he was naturally happy to see it play out.
Still, after a moment's thought, he said, "Ci, you speak first!"
Zhao Yong: "..."
'So infuriating!'
Zhao Ci felt a flicker of doubt. He couldn't quite grasp Zhao Yong's intentions yet, so he decided to stick to his own plan for now.
He said, "It's like this, Father Emperor! Your son has heard that the Northern Three Prefectures are plagued by poisonous miasma and disease. The local people suffer immensely, and because of this, very few are able to cultivate to the Physical Body Realm. The environment there is harsh, and few officials or soldiers are willing to go there to protect the people.
