Near noon, Yang Zhengshan returned to the Capital. He did not go back to his residence first, but instead made a trip to the Imperial City to report back to Emperor Yanping.
"This subject pays his respects to Your Majesty!"
In the Imperial Study, Yang Zhengshan bowed to Emperor Yanping.
"Haha, dispense with that. You did well this time. We heard those seniors were not opposed to the matter of becoming Imperial Venerables!" Emperor Yanping looked very pleased.
Yang Zhengshan smiled and said, "It cannot be said that they were not opposed. Your Majesty also knows that these old seniors are all used to being free and unfettered, so they certainly are unwilling to be managed by others. However, what they need most are cultivation resources. With True Origin Pills as their salary, even if they feel dissatisfied, they will have to hold it in."
"Mm. You still see things clearly."
Emperor Yanping smiled and pointed at the chair beside him. "Sit and speak!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the seat!" Yang Zhengshan sat down respectfully.
Chen Zhongshu immediately had a young eunuch beside him bring over a pot of tea.
"Then what do you think should be done next?" Emperor Yanping continued asking.
Yang Zhengshan was somewhat puzzled. "Your Majesty means?"
Emperor Yanping smiled and said, "These old seniors are powerful, yet they are always idle clouds and wild cranes. We find that a waste. If they could be made to contribute more to the Imperial Court, who knows how much effort the Imperial Court could save!"
Hearing this, Yang Zhengshan could not help breaking into a slight sweat.
Deserves to be the emperor—he wanted to use Innate Martial Artists as cheap labor!
Making a group of Innate Martial Artists serve the Imperial Court was easy to say, but