The Hanlin Academy.
When they heard that Scholar-in-Waiting Jian would be transferred away, the Hanlin Officials were deeply reluctant to part with her.
Jian Ruonan did not want to leave either.
After catching up on her sleep in her private office, Jian Ruonan stretched.
Promoted to assistant director at the Ministry of Revenue, seventh rank? What the hell was that old emperor up to?! Had Great Xia run out of people?
I got promoted out of nowhere?
Hearing that she was awake, her Hanlin colleagues hurried over.
Damn it! Official Jian had been leading the Hanlin Officials toward wealth and prosperity, and now she was being transferred away after only a few months.
The Ministry of Revenue was already such a lucrative department, swimming in money. What did they need Official Jian for?!
I don't want to go to the Ministry of Revenue!!
I want to flip the table!!
The Hanlin Officials thought, Flip it!!
Flip it the moment you take office!
Perhaps she would come back after flipping the table.
Jian Ruonan had finally built a good relationship with her colleagues. Now she did not even need to report for roll call. At five every morning, Chen Pozi would wrap her in a quilt and carry her from her bed in Deer Song Courtyard to the carriage, then carry her from the carriage to the bed in her office at the Hanlin Academy.
Though the process was rather like a concubine being delivered to serve the emperor in bed, she never had to open her eyes. It was bliss.
Once she went to the Ministry of Revenue, she would have to start attending roll call again.
Who knew whether her colleagues at the Ministry of Revenue would be as easy to get along with as her Hanlin colleagues?
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