Shang Jingchuan sat in the sedan, and although the early spring weather was still a bit cold, he was sweating profusely in his thick official robes.
Even so, he was still unwilling to take off his official clothes. Instead, he sat upright, striving to display his authority.
At the same time, his mind kept replaying what he had seen and heard in court today.
Not only did he receive a private audience with the Emperor today, but he was also unusually granted a seat, and the Emperor inquired kindly about his experiences in Yunxiao County over the years.
All of this made Shang Jingchuan extremely grateful, and he was still very excited at heart.
Especially when leaving, the Holy Emperor reminded him to take this time to rest, as soon he would be entrusted with a heavy responsibility, leaving him no time to spare then.
The saying goes, "A scholar dies for a confidant." Having studied poetry and books for over half a lifetime, Shang Jingchuan had been waiting for this opportunity.
