Yelu Yan had no choice but to plant a kiss on Li Xianyun's cheek, straightened up, raised his hand to close the clothing over Li Xianyun's chest, and then crouched down to smooth her wrinkled skirt that he had crumpled.
"Xianxian, you go back to the palace and rest first. Your husband will handle some official duties at the Hall of Diligent Governance and then come back."
Ji Xueyuan had been killed; his wicked deeds needed to be announced to the world as soon as possible.
His followers had been mostly captured, still needing further interrogation to catch more conspirators.
The punishments also required careful consideration. They couldn't all be beaten with the same stick, they needed to be sentenced according to their level of involvement and the severity of their crimes.
The key members of the rebellion were beyond redemption and would be executed without question, while those who had followed the crowd for survival were to be given a chance to live.