The emperor completely lost the desire to eat. He had his breakfast removed and looked at Qin Zhan, who was brimming with elation after eating and drinking. "Marquis Qin, come and tell me what is so important about your matter that you have to come to the palace on the second day of the Lunar New Year. It's not enough for you to come here, but you also want to trouble all these old ministers!"

Scholar Zhang was in his fifties, almost sixty, and his eyesight was blurry. He squinted at Qin Zhan and said, "Yes, you called us into the palace on the second day of the Lunar New Year. It had better be for something, otherwise it would delay our dinner with our daughter and son-in-law."

Qin Zhan took out a book and carefully took out a magnifying glass. He flipped a page at random and showed it to Zhang Xueshi from a distance: "Come, take a look at this book."

Scholar Zhang glared at him, "Aren't you doing this on purpose? Who in this court doesn't know that my eyes are blurry? Besides knowing that there's a book in front of me and that you're a person, what else do I know?"

Qin Zhan didn't care about his foul language at all and put the magnifying glass in front of the book again: "How about this?"

Master Zhang was about to curse, but when he glanced at the book that was originally unclear, he actually saw handwriting. He was surprised and snatched the magnifying glass and the book, adjusted the distance, and actually saw the handwriting that was originally unclear clearly!

Scholar Zhou and Lord Lu leaned over to watch, and were overjoyed: "I can actually see it clearly!"

"The words are so small, but if you put this thing here, the words will become bigger. What a great thing! What a great thing!"

The three of them praised it.

The emperor watched them frantically fussing about with the things below, refusing to show them to him. He slammed the table and shouted, "Present them to me!"