Morning sunlight — or as the Empire now called it, Philosophical Brightness Hour — spilled over the golden roofs of the capital.
Li Ming stood atop the palace terrace, gazing at the city that had somehow survived his advice. The air shimmered faintly with the aftereffects of enlightenment and mild bureaucratic trauma.
Lan Yue joined him, her expression halfway between pride and despair. "You turned an empire upside down and somehow left it standing straighter."
Li Ming smiled faintly.
Bai Guo yawned. "You made the Ministry of Agriculture meditate the crops into self-harvest."
"They needed confidence," Li Ming said seriously. "Plants grow better when they feel supported."
Lan Yue sighed. "You've created the most functional nonsense in history."
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They descended the palace steps to find the Emperor waiting, once again perfectly serene — perhaps too serene.
