In most people's eyes, Luo Xin was a stern figure. He only softened when facing Empress Gao, the departed emperor, Marquis Ying, and a handful of others.
Today, however, he had openly displayed his happiness, and countless people began pondering the political signal this conveyed.
Someone like Luo Xin absolutely!
Absolutely would never express his feelings casually!
Luo Xin's approving gaze filled the official who had made the proposal with delight. This was the advantage of being quick to speak: an immense boon had fallen into his lap just like that.
This was not something easily accomplished. Earlier, the ministers had been brimming with confidence about the posthumous title "Yi," only for Luo Xin to reject it.
After that rejection, the proposing minister's head had been buzzing. He simply could not understand how a posthumous title so suited to Liu Ying, one that even flattered Luo Xin's ancestor, could still be unacceptable.
This had left many people hesitant. Those who were both bold and meticulous still met the difficulty head-on, however, and received their reward.
After clapping in praise, Luo Xin seemed to feel it was not enough and added, "Promoting prosperity and enriching the people, spreading compassion and kindness far and wide-with these six criteria as the basis for granting the departed emperor the posthumous title 'Hui,' this must surely be the fairest assessment.
"If any of you have other thoughts, speak freely."
Naturally, the ministers agreed. Given Liu Ying's character and achievements, he deserved this superior posthumous title. His kindness had reached far and wide, and practically every minister present had received his favor. Naturally, no one objected.
Seeing this, the official responsible for drafting edicts bowed and asked, "Grand Chancellor, should we draft an edict immediately and proclaim this to the realm?"
He had expected Luo Xin