Human Emperor's Methods! Blocking the Heavenly Secrets, Waiting for the Sages to Enter the Trap!

Time passed. More than a month had already gone by since Wen Zhong set out on his expedition to the North Sea.

Within Chaoge City, the murderous atmosphere brought about by the army's departure had gradually faded. The people's lives had returned to normal, and everything was orderly.

Early that morning, bells and drums rang out in the Nine Chamber Hall.

In the great hall, the Civil and Military Officials stood in two rows on either side, and the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

Di Xin sat high upon the throne, looking down at the assembled officials with a calm expression, just as usual.

The Civil and Military Officials reported the various minor affairs from all over the realm in turn, most of them auspicious reports of abundant rainfall and bumper harvests of the Five Grains.

Just then, an old official dressed in dark court robes, with hair and beard completely white, slowly stepped out of the ranks.

It was none other than Prime Minister Shang Rong.

Shang Rong bowed, his voice old yet steady.

"Your Majesty, this old subject has a memorial to present."

Di Xin raised his eyes slightly, his gaze falling upon Shang Rong's deeply wrinkled old face.

"Prime Minister, speak."

Shang Rong bowed once more, his expression solemn.

"In three days, it will be the fifteenth day of the third month."

"It is the birthday of Empress Nuwa, the Saint Mother of the Human Race."

At this point, Shang Rong paused, and his tone gained a hint of reverence.

"Empress Nuwa molded the Human Race from clay. She is our Saint Mother and has rendered immense merit to the Human Race."

"According to ancestral custom, Your Majesty should personally lead the Civil and Military Officials to the Nuwa Palace to offer incense."

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