The Only Person He Had Planted

"Zixu was a man of honor. Now that he had become an official of the court, his civil talents allowed him to govern domestic affairs, while his martial prowess let him don armor and ride into battle. He was truly a clear-headed man of the dynasty. He handled the affairs of the court... I know!"

No one could remain in a high-intensity state all year round.

He had to practice swordsmanship, manage affairs of state, placate the imperial harem, and engage in intrigue to build up his power. The new emperor had few pleasures.

One of the few he now had was listening to Han Yan read Zixu's biography.

Han Yan had studied the written language of Xiong State for nearly a month. He could recognize some common characters on his own, while he had learned the meanings of some obscure ones by copying them down and asking about them.

This also allowed Han Yan to continue translating the novel, which was interspersed with Xiong State characters.

Han Yan was very interested in Zixu. As a result, he not only made his translation as perfect as possible, but also polished parts of the novel.

When Han Yan finished reading a chapter with feeling and expression, the new emperor could not help applauding and praising him.

It was not until a young eunuch came and reported something in a low voice that his brief happiness quickly faded.

It was very, very early, so early that the new emperor had yet to attend the morning court.

But a summons had come from the Palace of Peace and Happiness. Something troublesome must have happened for the grand empress dowager to summon him as soon as it was light, without even taking his upcoming morning court into account.

The new emperor's face grew grave.