Zhu Qiyu stepped out from behind the screen and saw Sui Shu. He looked her up and down for a moment, puzzled. "What is so special about her?"
Pan Yun resolved all his doubts with a single sentence. "Her Eight Characters are most prosperous for Your Majesty."
Zhu Qiyu's eyes lit up. He did not ask why, only for her birth date and Eight Characters.
Sui Shu's heart pounded as she answered respectfully.
Zhu Qiyu counted on his fingers. She was thirty-two years old. He could not see how her Eight Characters brought him prosperity, but since the Imperial Preceptor had said so, then they surely did.
Pan Yun said, "She brings prosperity to Your Majesty, and Your Majesty in turn benefits the world."
Zhu Qiyu was overjoyed and immediately ordered Sui Shu to hold incense. From then on, Sui Shu's duties were transferred from Empress Qian's Western Palace to the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, where she would specifically hold incense whenever the Emperor came to offer prayers.
The Imperial Astronomical Bureau, which should have been observing the stars and calculating the calendar, had become a feudal-superstitious place like a Taoist shrine.
Peng Deqing, the Director of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, was helpless, but he no longer had any say in the matter.
He had luckily survived the campaign of personal expedition.
Yet living was worse than dying.
At this moment, he trembled in fear and lived each day in constant dread, afraid that one day the Imperial Court, the Empress Dowager, and the Emperor would settle all accounts with him.
He had not the slightest objection to Pan Yun taking over the Imperial Astronomical Bureau and making the Emperor offer incense there. He even wished she would become more smug and overbearing, so she could draw everyone's attention away and