White light shot into the sky, obscuring the crucial parts.
Zhao Gongming, who had just been marveling at King Zhou's wisdom, hurried forward with long strides, only to find that Shen Gongbao had beaten him to it and already held the stone.
The heavy fall had cracked the stone slightly.
"Y-your Majesty, this object c-contains-"
Zi Shou snatched the stone from Shen Gongbao's hands.
As an outstanding transmigrator, how could he fail to recognize the signs of a treasure acknowledging its master?
That burst of radiance meant a treasure was about to emerge. How could he allow that?
He had finally filled in one pit, and now something else was making trouble?
I will never let you succeed!
Zi Shou covered the stone with his sleeve, but the crack widened a little, and a small piece of its outer shell fell off.
"Daoist Shen has earned merit by discovering this treasure. I appoint him Imperial Preceptor! This piece of stone shall be your reward. I have heard that those who stammer need only hold a stone in their mouths and recite poetry into the wind to correct it. Daoist Shen, do not let my good intentions go to waste!"
"Y-your subject o-obeys-"
"I am tired. Prepare my carriage. We return to the palace!"
Zi Shou wrapped the stone up tight and immediately took his carriage back to the palace. His ministers had already put him through all that. Who knew what else might happen if he stayed?
He had made a string of grand boasts, thinking they would earn him the feudal lords' condemnation. Who would have imagined that every last one would come true?
If he talked big and the tribes on all four frontiers rebelled, he would be a foolish ruler condemned by the feudal lords. If his