The saint flicked the pill towards the eunuch with his finger, who caught it in a panic.
"Prince Ying has commended me for recommending this talented person. Starting tomorrow, I will invite him to the palace to dine with me as a token of my majesty's favor."
The sage's gaze was deep, a mixture of light and darkness. "This pill has a fishy and astringent taste, making it difficult to swallow. I remember his favorite dish as a child was mandarin fish stew. I have instructed the palace chef to prepare it to save him from this bitter taste."
A chill ran up the eunuch's spine, and then his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground and trembled, "As you wish."
Having settled such a big matter, the Saint felt completely exhausted. He leaned back in his chair, waved to the eunuch, closed his eyes and said, "Go out, leave me alone for a while."
The eunuch felt uncomfortable, but he was unable to express his feelings, so he had to respond and leave.
As he left the palace gate, he saw a palace maid hurrying up. Upon seeing him, she hurried forward and reported, "Sir, the Minister of War has an urgent report from eight hundred miles away."
The eunuch turned his head and glanced towards the inner hall, then said to the palace attendant, "Please ask him to wait for a moment. I will invite him into the hall after I return to His Majesty."
"Yes." The palace maid replied hurriedly.
The eunuch sighed and returned to the inner hall. He lingered outside the palace gate for a while before announcing, "Your Majesty, the Minister of War requests an audience. He says he has an urgent report to report, which has traveled eight hundred miles."
After a long time, a dull voice came from the hall, "Announce."
The Minister of War was summoned into the inner hall, and the saint had already composed himself.
The Minister of War first inquired about the Sage's health. The Sage then praised the skills of the Taoist physician recommended by the Prince of Ying, saying that after taking his elixir, his health had improved significantly. The Minister of War was slightly surprised and secretly glanced at the Sage's expression. Seeing that his face was flushed and his spirits were high, his heart sank.
Since ancient times, few emperors who were obsessed with elixirs lived long. He wanted to persuade him, but since the sage was in high spirits, he didn't dare to persuade him.
He thought to himself that it would be better to tell Lin Qinnian about this matter, thinking that he would have the courage to advise him.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the sage ask, "Didn't they say there was a secret report sent from eight hundred miles away? But it came back from the northwest? Why don't you bring it up quickly?"
The Minister of War suddenly came to his senses and apologized, "It is my fault for being negligent." Then he handed a secret box sealed with red paper with an official seal to the eunuch.
The four words "Opened by His Majesty Himself" are written on the red paper of the secret box, which means that only the saint can open it.
The saint took the secret box, opened the seal, and saw a memorial inside, with a stack of rice paper underneath.
He first picked up the memorial and read the details carefully.
The memorial was originally submitted by Lou Yunchun, who briefly recounted his experiences since leaving the capital. Finally, he noted that the secret letter, accompanied by the confession of the captured assassin, could be submitted to the Dali Temple as evidence of collusion between the aristocratic family, the Prince of Ying, and the Hundred Wings.
As for the relevant criminals, they will be escorted back to Beijing one after another by people sent from the government offices of various prefectures and cities.
The sage's face lit up, and all the depression in his heart was swept away.
Lou Yunchun has been away for almost a month, and finally good news came back.
He closed the memorial, flipped through the stack of confessions, and then ordered the eunuch to send someone to bring back the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple and the Minister of Justice who were on vacation to discuss the next steps.
Upon hearing this, the Minister of War, who was anxiously recalled to the imperial city on official business, suddenly felt relieved.
It is better to suffer with others than to suffer alone.
The saint was in a good mood and had time to chat.
"Did Lou Shaoqing send back anything else?"
"There are two more letters from home. I have sent them to the mansion."
"How can a wanderer not miss home?" The sage, moved by his longing for his family, said to the eunuch, "Send a portion each of the tribute of Chinese torreya nuts from Yushan, the tribute of sugarcane from Mianzhou, and the tribute of white lotus roots from Jiannan Road to the Lou family to comfort their families."
"As you wish." The sage was willing to reward him, which showed that his anger had subsided.
The eunuch breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and went about his business with brisk steps.
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