Jizi thought King Zhou had been stunned by this supreme treasure of the realm and hurriedly reminded him, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, these are the court ministers' memo... memorials!"
Zi Shou closed the paper memorial. Who asked you to explain? Do you think I can't even recognize fucking paper?
But his immediate priority was to find whoever had stabbed him in the back and confiscate the knife.
Feigning ignorance, Zi Shou said, "This material used to write memorials is quite novel. What is it?"
Jizi hastily answered, "This is paper!"
"Paper?"
Jizi nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. This is a recently invented supreme treasure of the realm. It can replace bamboo slips and brocade silk for writing, and it is inexpensive and easy to manufacture-"
"Enough." Zi Shou interrupted him.
But Jizi refused to stop and continued, "Your Majesty, please believe me. This bronze tray really does contain over a hundred memorials."
He thought King Zhou still did not believe him and explained once again.
Zi Shou remained expressionless. "I understand. Then who created this paper?"
"It was..." Remembering Bi Gan's instructions, Jizi gritted his teeth. "It was I."
Zi Shou shot Jizi a vicious glare. Even you're stabbing me, you old bastard? I need to find a way to deal with you. Otherwise, will you come up with printing next?
The glare left Jizi feeling rather guilty. Had His Majesty realized that he was not the one who had invented paper?
Seeing this, the ministers spoke up one after another. "Your Majesty, because paper is inexpensive and simple to make, many people on the market are already copying it. A batch has even been rushed out for sale, and the price of bamboo slips has plummeted!"
"In the future, it will probably fall even further!"
"This way, everyone will be