Zhu Qiyu's trust in Pan Yun had reached heights Yu Qian could scarcely imagine. The moment he heard that, with his support, Yu Qian could achieve the land survey, he immediately grew excited and directly told Pan Yun to divine it: "Calculate who would be suitable to go to Fujian and persuade Deng Maoqi to surrender."
Pan Yun: ...
She looked at Yu Qian. "What does Lord Yu think?"
Yu Qian did not dare let Pan Yun use divination to select someone either. What if she picked some useless dolt?
After giving it serious thought, he said, "Yang Shan, Vice Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial, and Censor Xue Shao would both be suitable. National Preceptor, why not calculate whether these two are suitable?"
The corner of Pan Yun's lips lifted slightly. "All right. I'll calculate it."
Naturally, the result was that they were suitable.
After returning with the great army, Xue Shao went straight to the Ministry of Personnel to seek a post.
The Ministry of Personnel took one look at him and appointed him without a second thought. Before the day was even over, they had sent him back to the Censorate as a censor.
When the late Emperor had personally led the expedition, many officials had died in court. It was precisely a time when capable people were needed.
Xue Shao had previously served as a censor and had committed no error of principle. He had also gone to Datong to rescue the late Emperor and fought the Oirats alongside the soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty. Any one of those merits alone warranted reinstatement, let alone the fact that he possessed so many at once.
With Yu Qian taking office, and the national crisis stirring everyone on, the court was united in common hatred