Sheng Xiyan admitted defeat and knelt on the ground, wondering where she had been careless enough to make him realize that she was not a mute?
"I forgive you and I am not kidding. If you can read the memorials to me and it is beneficial to state affairs, I can reward you.
A new tribute was presented: a string of pink jadeite with full green color, embellished with bright yellow ribbons, which was magnificent.
Do you want it, Xiao Ni?"
Sheng Xiyan pictured the necklace in her mind: pink jade and green jadeite, the color combination was what she liked.
But, as a monk waiting to practice Buddhism, would I be greedy for jewelry?
Absolutely not.
"I have given you a chance. If you refuse, I will have no choice but to punish you for deceiving the emperor. How many people are there in my family? Can I punish all nine generations of my family?"
You are so abominable...
"Your Majesty is wise. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me."
Xuan Ling listened carefully, it was not Sheng Xiyan's voice. He was confused for a moment, wondering if he had recognized the wrong person.
No, she must be Sheng Xiyan. The smell can’t lie, and the touch can’t be wrong either.
Sheng Xiyan smiled secretly. Fortunately, she had learned voice changing from someone before, so it was not difficult for her.
"However, I don't want the necklace. I'm a medical student and I want to ask the emperor for another reward."
"What is it?"
"I know that the plague is rampant in the south right now, so I want to know the pulse of the epidemic."
"You want to research a cure for cholera?"
"I am a humble monk with limited knowledge and talent, so I dare not boast. I just want to do my best to help the people."
"Get up. I'll have someone get you a copy of the medical team's file."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Begin reading the memorial to me."
Sheng Xiyan picked up a memorial and read it in a changed voice.
"Your Majesty, I wish you the best of health. I have sent you a Taiwanese specialty called Custard Apple. Please enjoy it."
"Tell him, I understand. Don't send him useless things in the future."
How to tell this?
Sheng Xiyan glanced at the vermilion pen on the table.
Xuan Ling was depressed, "Hey, how can I approve it if I can't see it?"
Patting the dragon throne, he said, "Come and sit here."
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