"No," Tang Xiaobai shook his head, "After the disaster, rebuilding requires firstly transporting supplies and secondly preventing riots. It would be best to send troops, but Xingzhou is close to Zhenzhou, where the old forces of Changshan Prince Mansion reside. Sending others might cause conflicts—"
"General Tang is quite suitable." Li Mu interjected.
Tang Xiaobai nodded repeatedly.
This was also an opportunity for Tang Ziqian to regain command of the troops.
Li Mu squeezed her hand and said, "Later, discuss it with your brother. Your decision is my decision."
Tang Xiaobai felt a lump in her throat and held his hand tight.
Li Mu originally intended to grit his teeth and leave, but with her grip, his feet felt glued in place. Unable to help himself, he leaned closer to the windowsill toward her.
His gaze inadvertently swept over the paper and ink on her desk, paused briefly, and reached out to take it: "Disaster relief regulations?"
