"Prefect of Qinghua Prefecture!" Yang Mingcheng said.
Yang Zhengshan's brows furrowed even deeper. Prefect of Qinghua Prefecture, Principal Fourth Rank—this should count as a promotion for Lu Wenyuan.
But this clearly did not fit the official path Lu Wenyuan ought to take.
Being sent out to a local post was not impossible. With his office as Censor-in-Chief of the Left in the Censorate, being sent out to oversee regional commander affairs would have been the normal course.
Being sent out as a prefect, though his rank had risen, was in truth an open promotion but a covert demotion.
If Lu Wenyuan wanted to return to the capital in the future, it would not be easy.
"Where is the letter?"
"In the study in the front courtyard!" Yang Mingcheng said.
Yang Zhengshan said something to Yu Qingyi, then came with Yang Mingcheng to the study in the front courtyard.
Yang Mingcheng found the letter Lu Wenyuan had left behind and gave it to Yang Zhengshan. After Yang Zhengshan finished reading it, his expression eased slightly.
Lu Wenyuan's being sent out had been something he had taken the initiative to propose himself, the result of arrangements he had specially made for himself through his connections.
As for the reason, it was because he did not want to get involved in the struggles of the Imperial Court, so he simply sent himself out.
However, the reason why he wanted to be sent out also had causes behind it. First, because he was unwilling to participate in the struggles of the Imperial Court; second, because he had been isolated.
The factional struggles in the Imperial Court were growing increasingly fierce, and many neutral parties were being forced to get dragged in.
Lu Wenyuan did not want to participate in the factional disputes at the