"Your handling of affairs has been quite diligent." After hearing this, the Emperor glanced at Yu Qianzhi, rose and took two steps, then gazed out of the hall in brief contemplation.
After all, he had been Emperor for so long. His heart had been burning hot before, but now that he had calmed somewhat, he naturally did not tear it open in feverish haste, merely considered it carefully.
Yu Qianzhi was a fairly tactful man and could continue to be used. Moreover, he was both a Daoist priest and a Confucian scholar, as well as a civil official—one could call him a union of the three teachings.
The Emperor revealed a faint smile. People who united the three teachings like this actually had the least foundation. No one regarded them as one of their own, which made them usable.
Yu Qianzhi keenly sensed the Emperor glance at him. He hurriedly lowered his head respectfully and waited, yet he was not flustered.
Even if the Emperor truly questioned the cavalry captain and those nearby, they would certainly report that he had only taken one look before immediately sealing the clay.
But the Emperor was, after all, merely an Emperor. How could he understand the mysteries of the Dao? Yet by relying on the outlines of the handwriting, he could "recognize words from their traces," and had already roughly seen through the contents within.
"Open it." The Emperor returned to his chair and spoke indifferently.
"Your Majesty, let this servant attend to it!" Ma Shunde did not want Eunuch Zhao to snatch away all the chances to show his face. The moment the Emperor finished speaking, he immediately stepped forward and volunteered.
The Emperor did not object. He merely gave him an indifferent look, and Ma Shunde understood. As he hurried over,