Chapter 222 What the hell?
"Ahhh!"
Frustrated, Li Mu grabbed the half-written paper, tore it into strips, and tossed them aside, scattering the strips across the ground.
The scraps of paper on the floor could almost cover the entire study.
"Ah! This doesn't work! Ugh! How am I supposed to write this?!"
Li Mu clutched his head in anguish, slumped onto the table with a look of utter despair.
He wrote a memorial recommending himself to the imperial court.
Yes!
He has decided to participate in the imperial court's selection process and strive to be elected to the newly established position of Water Conservancy Commissioner.
He still has his pride; he can live off his wife, but he can't live off his daughter!
Just think, his eight-year-old daughter has already worked so hard for the family. If he, as her father, were to hide behind her, he would despise himself!
Aren't they just court officials who get up earlier than chickens and work harder than oxen and horses?
Let's do it!
But all that ambition and determination failed at the very first step...
Write a self-recommendation letter!
The last official position was directly granted by His Majesty through hereditary privilege, without the need for a letter of self-recommendation.
In theory, he knew that this thing was about praising one's past achievements, listing one's strengths, and desperately trying to make the emperor and the Ministry of Personnel think that he was the most suitable candidate!
So the question is: what were his past achievements?
Having someone sign in for you every day when you go to the government office, does that even count as not knowing which way the government office door faces?
Or perhaps he was framed for embezzlement and spent a month in the Censorate prison.
Li Mu groaned in pain and began to ponder his own strengths.
He could write poetry, paint, and knew which restaurants in the capital had the best wine, which teahouses had the finest tea, and which gardens had the most beautiful scenery...
However, these methods seem to be of little use to the water officials who are responsible for controlling floods and building bridges and dams.
This is so difficult!
Li Mu wailed for an unknown amount of time before finally gritting his teeth and grabbing a blank folding book.
I picked up my pen and wrote down a sentence.
Then, staring blankly at a sentence on the document, and waiting for the ink to dry, quickly closed the document.
That's settled then!
He's already agreed to be treated like a beast of burden, so why are you making things so difficult for him?
Li Mu closed the folded document with a wronged expression and sniffed.
He felt terrible and wanted to go back to his wife for comfort.
Regardless of what comfort Li Mu received from Song Yi that night, he woke up the next morning feeling much more refreshed.
Looking at the memorial he had written again, his resentment lessened somewhat.
He tucked the document into his pocket and prepared to leave, but ran into Li Yao at the door.
"Is Big Brother heading out?"
As soon as Li Mu saw Li Yao, he immediately thought of Li Nanke's speculations from the previous night, and his face instantly darkened.
"Um."
He nodded indifferently, not wanting to pay any more attention to Li Yao.
Li Yao, oblivious to his displeasure, smiled and continued, "Brother, you don't look well. Did you not sleep well last night?"
Li Mu yawned.
I didn't sleep well last night. I felt wronged and kept bothering my wife for comfort. In doing so, I ended up "comforting" her until the middle of the night.
Of course, he couldn't say this to Li Yao, so he just gave a casual reply.
"Yes, I spent quite a bit of time writing the memorial last night."
"Is there anything you need? If not, I'll be going now. I need to go to the Yintai Division."
The Yintai Division was where officials submitted their memorials on a daily basis. The officials there would collect the memorials, conduct a preliminary screening, and then distribute them to various government departments.
"Brother, are you going to the Silver Treasury today to submit a memorial impeaching the Duke Xue's mansion?"
A smile flashed in Li Yao's eyes.
He concealed it well; his smile vanished in an instant, revealing a hint of righteous indignation.
"Brother must be angry because of what happened to Ke'er's horse yesterday, right? I was also very angry when I heard about it. How can the Xue family bully others like this?"
"His family is the Empress's maternal family, but our family is also a hereditary marquisate. How can you bully Ke'er like this?"
Li Mu glanced at him, his face extremely unpleasant.
So they're here early in the morning, waiting to stir up trouble?
Seeing that he remained silent, Li Yao continued, "Brother, as Ke'er's second uncle, how can I stand idly by while the Xue family bullies our family like this?"
Li Mu raised an eyebrow with a half-smile.
"Oh? What does Second Brother want to do?"
"Of course, we'll stand with our elder brother and fight the Xue family together!"
As Li Yao spoke, he took out a thick memorial from his pocket and stuffed it into Li Mu's hand.
"This is a memorial I wrote overnight to impeach the Xue family and seek justice for our Ke'er. My elder brother has never been to the court properly and doesn't understand the techniques of writing such an impeachment memorial."
If you write too lightly, His Majesty might not take it seriously; if you write too heavily, His Majesty might think our family is making a mountain out of a molehill.
The balance involved... is difficult to strike. Brother, why don't you use my memorial? I've carefully considered its contents, and it will definitely make His Majesty feel that justice must be served for Ke'er."
Li Mu understood his unspoken message and was so angry that he almost wanted to throw the memorial in his face.
What the hell!
They actually complained that his memorials were poorly written?
At this moment, Li Mu had completely forgotten his scratching his head and felt only insulted.
I'm so angry!
He snorted coldly and shoved the memorial back into Li Yao's hands.
"No need to trouble you, this matter..."
Li Yao interrupted him and shoved the memorial back into his hands.
"Brother, there's no need to be so polite with me. We're brothers, and you're Ke'er's second uncle..."
Li Mu's hand, still holding the memorial, throbbed with veins as he suddenly remembered his daughter's instructions.
They cannot reveal their true colors until they have solid evidence.
Only by having the other side in the open and them in the shadows can they uncover more information.
He was slightly moved and immediately accepted the memorial.
"Then thank you, Second Brother. It's getting late, I'll head to the Silver Platform Bureau now."
Having said that, he flicked his sleeves and left.
Once on the carriage, his face immediately darkened, and without even glancing at Li Yao's memorial, he tore it to shreds.
"What kind of trash is this? How dare they complain that my writing is bad! Ha!"
Li Nanke woke up early in the morning and couldn't find Li Mu anywhere, so she asked Song Yi curiously.
Song Yi covered her mouth and smiled.
"Your father has decided to work hard for your future, and he went to the Silver Treasury early this morning to submit his self-recommendation letter."
Li Nanke was both surprised and delighted.
"Really? Father has seen the light?"
Song Yi nodded.
Li Nanke was so happy he almost jumped for joy.
If Father is willing to serve as an official in the imperial court, they will have more leverage when dealing with enemies in the future.
But considering Li Mu's unrestrained nature, his fondness for romance, food, and entertainment, it's surprising that he's now willing to serve as an official in the imperial court.
I felt a warm feeling in my heart.
"Father is so good."
Song Yi affectionately pinched her little nose.
"If Father is well, then Mother is not?"
Li Nanke threw himself into Song Yi's arms, rubbed against her arm, and smiled happily.
"Father is well, Mother is well too."
The mother and daughter talked for a while, and Song Yi changed the dressing on the wound on her forehead. Then she went to the Duke of Xin's mansion with the prepared gifts.
When the Duchess of Xinguo saw them arrive, she warmly welcomed them inside and inquired about Li Nanke's injuries.
Song Yi also sincerely expressed her gratitude.
"Fortunately, I met Prince Xie yesterday, otherwise I'm afraid..."
She still felt a chill run down her spine when she thought about it, and barely managed to maintain her composure in front of the Duchess of Xin, quickly asking:
"Huh? Isn't Prince Xie home today?"
Lady Xinguo's smile held a fleeting hint of heartache.
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