Zhao Xing reassured: "It is not your fault."
"You don't need to comfort me," Ye Yuxong shook his head, "I'm indeed not fit to be Prefecture Lord."
Zhao Xing did not know what to say to comfort him.
If you want to blame the court, an emperor only reigns for a thousand-year dynasty, and during such chaos, promising to send someone to replace the Prefecture Lord's position in just three months is already quite efficient.
Ye Yuxong rose from the main seat, holding the grand seal in both hands as he came down.
"Chen An, I am not suited to be this temporary Prefecture Lord, but you seem perfect for it!"
"How can this be appropriate? I am unworthy," Zhao Xing was taken aback. "I am merely a fifth-rank official."
The Inspector is fourth-rank, not included in the civil official ranks.
"You are worthy!" Ye Yuxong said, "You took over the affairs these past two days, and there has been hardly any opposition below. Your decisions are far more brilliant than mine!"
