With the emperor's final decision, the matter of newspaper publication was thus settled.
With graceful bearing, Qin Qianlu bowed deeply to the Emperor, her movements fluid and elegant, displaying utmost respect: "Your subject obeys the decree and takes her leave."
Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, neither humble nor arrogant, exuding confidence and determination. Then, she turned and stepped out of the imperial study.
At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun, like a golden veil, gently and warmly fell on the long palace path, making her figure appear slender, like a profound ink painting.
A gentle breeze blows, and the palace willows along the palace road sway gently, their branches dancing in the wind, as if seeing her off or expressing their hopes for the future.
As Qin Qianluo walked further and further away along the palace path, the golden light on the glazed tiles of the palace walls gradually dimmed, just like the slow passage of time.
Her figure disappeared at the palace gate, and she returned directly to the Left Prime Minister's residence amidst the solemn gazes of the guards.
The next day, the morning star still twinkled in the distant sky, like a dazzling pearl set against the night. Meanwhile, the Forbidden City was already gently enveloped by the dawn.
The pale golden light, like a soft and delicate veil, slowly spread over the layers of palace walls that stretched and undulated like a giant dragon.
It draped the solemn and dignified Hall of Supreme Harmony in a dreamlike and solemn veil, as if bringing this ancient palace into a fairyland.
The heavy yet melodious sound of bells and drums, like the echo of history, pierced through the morning mist and reverberated throughout every corner of the palace.
The voice seemed to travel through a time tunnel, solemnly announcing the start of the morning court session to the world.
The civil and military officials, dressed in elaborate and exquisite court robes of various styles, filed into the Hall of Supreme Harmony like a tide.
The civil officials wore scarlet or blue robes, their bright and eye-catching colors resembling the magnificent clouds on the horizon.
The exquisite bird patterns embroidered on the official robes are so lifelike, as if they are about to take flight.
They wore neatly styled black gauze hats, the wings of which swayed gently with their steps, as if telling a story of the elegance and demeanor of scholars.
The jade pendants worn at their waists swayed rhythmically with their steady steps, producing a clear and melodious sound, like heavenly music, as if playing a harmonious melody.
The military officers were clad in gleaming silver armor, the plates of which shimmered with a chilling light in the morning sun, like frost in winter.
They wore heavy black boots, each step firm and powerful, as if they could shake the earth, displaying a heroic and valiant spirit.
The people lined up neatly according to their rank, and then devoutly performed the three kneelings and nine kowtows ceremony before the emperor, who sat on the dragon throne.
The unified shouts of "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" echoed like thunder throughout the hall, demonstrating the majesty of the imperial family and the loyalty of the subjects.
After the ceremony, the Emperor, with a majestic expression, was like the blazing sun high in the sky, his sharp gaze sweeping over the assembled officials.
Then he slowly opened his mouth and solemnly announced the preparation of the newspaper.
As soon as the imperial edict was issued, the entire court erupted into a frenzy, the previously calm atmosphere instantly becoming incredibly heated.
The reaction from the civil service was particularly strong; their usually calm and deep eyes suddenly ignited with a fiery light.
It was as if they had seen a perfect opportunity to change their fate and make a name for themselves in the darkness, and the light was full of longing and excitement.
For civil officials, the opportunity to leave their mark on the long river of history is as rare and precious as phoenix feathers.
Once published, this newspaper served as a bridge connecting them with millions of people, becoming an excellent platform for spreading their fame.
They could almost see their painstakingly crafted articles being published with the newspaper.
Like a spring breeze, it spread from the bustling capital of Kyoto to the streets and alleys of the country and to remote towns, becoming a hot topic of conversation among countless people.
Many people could no longer contain their excitement and subconsciously rubbed their hands together in anticipation.
Secretly, they meticulously planned how to stand out in this fierce competition and secure this coveted job.
Even if one cannot directly manage the newspaper's operations, being able to publish a few of one's best poems or articles in the newspaper is still a good thing.
To have their talents known to the world is something they all dream of.
For a time, the ministers outwardly maintained the solemnity and dignity befitting the imperial court.
However, their hearts were already churning with undercurrents of competition, each person weighing their own advantages and chances of winning.
At the same time, they felt endless gratitude towards King Jinrui Zhao.
If it weren't for her keen insight in coming up with this brilliant idea, how could such a rare opportunity have come our way?
The compiler of the Hanlin Academy could not contain his eagerness. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree and quickly stepped out of the queue.
He clasped his hands together respectfully, his voice booming like a bell, echoing clearly in the hall: "Your Majesty, I have been receiving instruction since I was a child."
He immersed himself day and night in the vast ocean of classics, history, philosophy, and literature, writing tirelessly for many years, his thoughts flowing like a spring.
Moreover, I am concerned about the well-being of the people and pay close attention to current events. I have unique and profound insights into the current situation.
The position of newspaper editor-in-chief carries the heavy responsibility of disseminating national culture and guiding public opinion. With my years of accumulated knowledge and talent, I am confident that I can fulfill this role without hesitation!
As soon as he finished speaking, the Vice Minister of Rites snorted coldly, a look of disdain on his face.
He took a step forward slowly and gracefully adjusted his official robes.
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