In the Xia Palace Imperial Study, Xiahou Qi's desk was piled with memorials like a small mountain.
Xiahou Qi put down the memorial in his hand, on which the words "Purple Bamboo Ridge" flickered by.
The crisis at Purple Bamboo Ridge was something Xiahou Qi had already known about more than a month ago.
Despite the widespread belief that Purple Bamboo Ridge was a lawless land, in Xiahou Qi's heart, it was territory of Daxia.
But having just ascended to the throne not long ago, Beiqing's attitude towards the Purple Bamboo Ridge affair was conservative, and Daxia could not appear too eager either.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late; it is time for your meal," the old eunuch by his side reminded him.
Xiahou Qi was undoubtedly a very diligent New Emperor. He had yet to establish his empress and spent his whole day busy with court affairs.