All Understood Without Words

The Court of State Ceremonial, huh~~

Cao Nai instantly understood and said, "The Court of State Ceremonial does indeed have an opening. Yang Shan is about to embark on a diplomatic mission to Japan, so let Pan Hong return and promote him to Right Vice Director of the Court of State Ceremonial."

Though they were both sixth-rank posts, there were still differences between one sixth-rank post and another.

A sixth-rank Border Patrol Censor was a laborer through and through. Moreover, their achievements were difficult to notice, and promotion—even reassignment—was harder than climbing to heaven.

Why did the civil and military officials automatically overlook Pan Hong when he went to patrol the northwest, and Xue Shao when he went to inspect South of the Yangtze?

South of the Yangtze was dangerous; whether Xue Shao could even return alive was a question. There were fewer hidden arrows in the northwest, but far more open spears. Not only was there the danger of encountering enemy forces raiding the border, but the wind and sand alone could swallow a person alive.

Wang Wen had Pan Hong patrol the northwest, then the north, then the northeast, before turning him around to start again from the northwest. What could Pan Hong do?

Su Wu herded sheep for nineteen years. So long as Wang Wen did not fall, Pan Hong could eat wind and sand in the northwest for twenty years.

Cao Nai was the Minister of Personnel. If he wanted to transfer Pan Hong back, he still had to go through Wang Wen.

Cao Nai gave a soft laugh. "Pan Hong really did raise a fine daughter."

Cao Nai sent someone to request Pan Hong's transfer.

The Censorate rejected the transfer request and introduced two alternative candidates.

The Ministry of Personnel refused and insisted on calling