For days on end, the emperor made no move.

Liu Jin felt a little relieved.

To eliminate any potential risks, he personally approached Yang Ting.

"Grand Secretary Yang, I've heard that your father is already seventy-five?"

A sharp glint flashed in Yang Ting's eyes.

In recent years, he has been cautious and discreet, avoiding the limelight and even keeping his children as low-key as possible.

Unexpectedly, it still caught Liu Jin's attention.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. My father is indeed getting on in years."

"How is your father's health? We often lament that we were unable to be by his bedside to fulfill our filial duties, and we deeply regret it now."

"I only hope that Minister Yang will not repeat the mistakes of our family."

Yang Ting's pupils contracted slightly.

He certainly understood what Liu Jin meant.

Last year, Liu Yu, the Minister of Personnel, was forced to resign by Liu Jin less than three days after joining the cabinet.

Rather than ending up like Liu Yu, humiliated and disgraced, it's better to lay low for now and protect yourself.

Yang Ting sighed: "I just received a letter from home yesterday. My father has been suffering from phlegm and cough since last winter, and his health is frail, which is a great worry to me. I was just thinking of writing a memorial to request permission to return to my hometown to take care of my health and personally prepare medicine for him."

Liu Jin was very satisfied with Yang Ting's understanding and tact, but a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

When Yang Zhen's exam paper was destroyed, the Yang family was terrified and behaved themselves for several years, remaining as quiet as if they didn't exist.

Now, after he only gave Yang Ting a verbal warning, Yang Ting wanted to go back to his hometown.

What a spineless coward.

Yang Ting quickly wrote a memorial and submitted it.

However, it is still the Lantern Festival holiday, and all government offices are closed for the holiday, so memorials are temporarily put on hold.