The next day, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
"My dear Minister Yang, did you sleep well last night?"
Chu Jinghui sat high upon his dragon throne, looking at Yang Qing with a broad smile.
Yang Qing straightened his robes and stepped forward slowly, bowing to Chu Jinghui as a subject to his sovereign. "Thank you for Your Majesty's concern. Your humble servant slept soundly until dawn."
Chu Jinghui nodded. "Very good! That pleases me greatly."
Yang Qing bowed once more. When he raised his head, he again met the envious gazes of the ministers beside him. His expression remained unchanged as he accepted them calmly.
Such composure improved Chu Jinghui's opinion of Yang Qing still further.
Favored, yet never arrogant—a true model for all ministers!
But Chu Jinghui merely let the thought pass before addressing Yang Qing solemnly. "Minister Yang, I have received word that the Marriage Envoy Mission from Northern Liang will arrive in the Capital City tomorrow. Since you spent several years in Yan Prefecture, I believe you are familiar with Northern Liang's customs. I hereby appoint you Master of Ceremonies, with sole responsibility for receiving the Marriage Envoy Mission."
"What do you think, my dear minister?"
Yang Qing answered calmly, "Your Majesty, your humble servant will ensure that everything is handled properly, relieving you of any worries and leaving the Northern Liang envoys no fault to find."
Chu Jinghui nodded. "Then it is settled."
"As Your Majesty commands!"
Yang Qing acknowledged the order and returned to the ranks of ministers, lowering his gaze and quieting his breath without another word.
After discussing some affairs of state with the other ministers, Chu Jinghui dismissed the court.
Yang Qing walked out slowly. As he focused on the path ahead, a voice sounded beside him. "Lord Yang!"
Yang Qing