Sun Family Daily Life

Sun Mansion, study.

The tightly crumpled paper ball smacked against the wastebasket. The two-foot-square basket swayed from side to side before finally toppling over, spilling more than a dozen wads of scratch paper across the floor.

Sun Shaozong glanced back at it, growing all the more irritated.

At most, he had previously written case reports and the like. Drafting a proper memorial to make recommendations was a first for him.

Even though he had found some sample texts beforehand, once he actually put brush to paper, he still had no idea where to begin.

After all, memorials of this era were far more ornate and flowery than the official documents of later generations.

At Sun Shaozong's current level, it was already decent if he could explain matters clearly in classical Chinese. Asking him to conform to all those formal openings, developments, turns, and conclusions was simply too much.

Before, he had always managed to muddle through somehow.

After all, he had risen through the military examinations, not as any sort of proper scholar. Emperor Guangde would not be overly particular about it.

But once this memorial was submitted, it would certainly be circulated within certain circles. It might even be openly issued for the relevant departments to discuss.

Even if Sun Shaozong did not care about being laughed at, he still had to consider Dali Temple's reputation.

Forget it.

He should think it over more carefully before continuing.

Sun Shaozong tossed the purple-bristled brush onto the desk, fetched a bucket of well water from the courtyard, and washed up. The bone-chilling cold instantly cleared away the irritation in his heart.

Perhaps he should find someone to help polish it?

Yu Qian would be quite suitable.

He was now, more or less, one of the Emperor's close officials. Sun Shaozong could