Yan Song looked through the curtains and saw the clean and tidy streets and the neatly dressed people. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"This is the prosperous era that I, Yan Song, have single-handedly governed."
In his eyes, the Ming Dynasty was able to provide its people with plenty of food and clothing because of his diligence, thrift, and hard work in governing the country.
But these people didn't know how to be grateful; behind his back, they cursed him every day as a corrupt official.
Thinking of this, Yan Song couldn't help but grit his teeth.
A bunch of ungrateful scoundrels.
Upon arriving at the Forbidden City, he was helped by his maids to remove his splendid everyday clothes and put on his patched official robes.
He stooped as he stepped out of the carriage, and officials along the way rushed forward to help him, afraid that they wouldn't be able to squeeze to the front and show their faces in front of this Grand Secretary Yan, who was second only to the emperor.
In the end, it was an official named Qin Hui who managed to get the chance to help.
"You are too kind, Lord Qin. I thank you."
Yan Song bent over, a contented expression on his face.
He thoroughly enjoys the feeling of being respected by others.
"Not at all," Qin Hui said. "Chief Minister Yan is dedicated to the country and its people, and he is still wearing his old official robes. I am deeply moved."
"The person I am supporting is not Lord Yan, but the pillar of the Ming Dynasty, the hope of the people."
"Yes, yes, Lord Qin is absolutely right!"
"What Lord Qin said is exactly what we, his colleagues, think."
"Prime Minister Yan must take care of his health. If Prime Minister Yan falls, the Ming Dynasty will fall."
A group of civil and military officials, pillars of the court, were flattering Yan Song.
The group of military officers, who were not very literate, could only chime in from the sidelines, saying, "Me too."
Zhang Jiadi, dressed in court attire, stood alone to one side, not joining them to flatter them.
He stood ramrod straight at the palace gate.
Qin Hui shook her head when she saw him like this.
He only felt that Zhang Jiadi's back looked like a dog.
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