Lord Zhan collapsed from illness in Kuiwen Hall and was carried out by attendants for treatment.
But no one had the time to concern themselves with him now. After the Academy methodically settled the necessary arrangements, it submitted its memorial to the Governance Office.
The Governance Office responded quickly. Barely half a Xia hour later, the written approval arrived.
The Academy immediately arranged several swift horses and sent the full envoy's robes and regalia, along with the Governance Office's letter of appointment, to Xiaoshan Town.
Academy Superintendent Chi stood before a window in Kuiwen Hall, watching several messengers gallop away. His feelings were difficult to put into words.
Since becoming superintendent, this was the first time he had heard hoofbeats within the Academy.
Though he had spent a long time managing Academy affairs, that did not mean he was ignorant of events outside. In truth, his channels of information far exceeded those of ordinary people.
He could sense that, with the Divine Commandery Army doing nothing, the entire Protectorate Office had become somewhat unsettled lately. This worried him greatly.
He watched the messengers' figures gradually disappear and unconsciously let out a sigh.
By rights, a Protectorate Office envoy required an elaborate ceremonial escort, with a hundred soldiers sent to protect him, drums and music clearing the way to display his authority.
Yet arranging that entailed a cumbersome sequence of rituals, calculating the proper hour and day. At the very least, it would take four or five days. That would delay matters too much, so they could only simplify things for now.
At this moment, within the Protectorate estate.
"What? Teacher has been appointed an envoy?"
Ever since Yang Ying entered the Academy, she had become close with An Chuer. But after failing to see the latter for several days, she