"Your Majesty, I, the Governor of Zhili, respectfully wish Your Majesty good health. Recently, there has been a large amount of rainfall in my jurisdiction. The people all say that this is because Your Majesty has blessed us and moved Heaven to bestow this sweet rain. I deeply believe this to be true..." As Honghui read on, he felt a little strange. There were thousands of words in this passage, but not a single word about the important matter. It only mentioned that it rained and that the Emperor was wise and so on.

When Kangxi saw Honghui's puzzled expression, he laughed heartily. Indeed, it was much more pleasant to be with a naive child like Honghui than to deal with those seasoned veterans of the court.

He casually but precisely flipped out another folded booklet from this side, and handed it to Honghui without even looking at it: "Read it!"

Honghui opened the book and saw familiar handwriting: "Your Majesty, I, the Governor of Zhili, respectfully wish Your Majesty a long and peaceful life. Recently, there has been a small amount of rainfall in my jurisdiction. The people have been storing up their household supplies, and the farmland has been able to grow. All of this is thanks to Your Majesty's great grace..."

After Honghui finished reading it, he checked the date at the end and found that it was a month different from the previous book.

In other words, the governor of Zhili would submit a memorial every month, mainly stating that it had rained this month, and although it had rained last month, it hadn't been as heavy.

Kangxi suppressed a laugh and asked Honghui, "What did you figure out?"

"Grandfather, is this a greeting letter?" Honghui was too embarrassed to say the words "flattery" outright.

"This stack of memorials are all greetings from officials of all ranks across the country." Kangxi casually handed one of his seals to Honghui. "Take a look, and stamp it after you've read it."

"This means you have read it." Honghui suddenly realized.

"Yes, I have read it but will not reply," Kangxi concluded. "There are also many interesting folk tales in this book; Honghui, go and experience them for yourself."

And so, Honghui spent half a day reading the memorials of greetings, witnessing all sorts of ways of flattery, and after reading them, he even began to question the meaning of life.

As it grew late, Kangxi said to Honghui, "What happened today is a secret between us, grandfather and grandson. No one is allowed to tell anyone, understand?"

“A gentleman keeps his word,” Honghui replied with a cupped hand, then turned and left.

When Liang Jiugong saw Honghui accept the memorial, he was stunned. If outsiders found out, it would cause a huge uproar. He quickly instructed the people serving in the Hall of Mental Cultivation again that no matter who asked, they were not allowed to reveal a single word about what happened to Prince Honghui in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Otherwise, death would be the lightest punishment!