[Group image strategy] [No system] [Not brainless and cool]
A cold wind in Qianzhou made Li Xiang dream for thousands of years. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the worried eyes of his younger brother Li Jue and the decadent figure of the sick old man Li Chengqian.
It is now the eighteenth year of Zhenguan, and one year has passed since he was driven out of Chang'an. Li Xiang is not ready to endure it anymore. Through the memory in his mind, he certainly understands that next year when the old man is gone, Li Shimin, who is far away in Chang'an City, will call them back, and each will be rewarded with official positions, and everyone will be happy.
But is this what he wants?
At least, not what I want now...
