The Minister of Rites, with his breath caught in his throat, could neither swallow it nor spit it out, feeling uncomfortable and choky, making the Minister of Personnel really wish he could clap and cheer on the spot.
The Young Eunuch walked quickly to the Emperor, bowing and reporting in a low voice. The Emperor's eyes brightened more and more as he listened, and his expression eased.
The people below faintly heard the words "Imperial Academy" and "lame candidate," and couldn't help but perk up their ears to listen. The Minister of Rites also listened closely, swallowing his own words he intended to say, with a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.
After listening to the Young Eunuch, the Emperor glanced at the crafty old men below and signaled to the Young Eunuch.
