With Yang Chan here, what meeting was there left to hold?
His lady had arrived in person, heavily pregnant. If they still couldn't read the situation, all their years as immortals had been wasted.
Pang Long snapped his Jade Slip shut and bowed to Yang Chan. "The Third Holy Mother is absolutely right! These two little immortal children carry on the Great Heavenly Venerable's bloodline. How could a matter concerning the Heavenly Court's future be decided carelessly? In my humble opinion, ordinary third- or fourth-rank titles are unworthy of our two young masters' exalted status!"
"Lord Pang is absolutely right!"
Ma Muzhi immediately picked up the thread, his face solemn. "We must exercise the utmost caution in choosing their titles. I shall go to the Heavenly Court's archives and consult the golden scrolls of blessings to find exceptional titles for the two little immortal children. We shall take our leave and attend to this important business at once!"
His words were grand and impeccable, without a single opening.
What did it mean to read the room?
This was the Heavenly Court's finest example.
Yang Chan had come to the Censorate with her pregnant belly. She surely had a whole heap of private things to say to Chen Wei.
If subordinates like them still stood in the main hall like wooden posts, they would truly be blind fools.
"Mm. Go on, then. Put some care into it." Chen Wei waved a hand.
As Ma Muzhi left, he grabbed Ma Bide, who was still standing dazed in a corner. The remaining trusted subordinates moved swiftly, vanishing in a flash without taking so much as a wisp of cloud with them.
Once outside.
Ma Muzhi handed Ma Bide a Jade Slip and said earnestly, "Fourth Boy, when serving in the Heavenly Court, remember