The official in charge of ceremonies smiled and opened the imperial edict, and everyone knelt down.
"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Nan Zhi, a gentle and beautiful woman from Tai Le Village, Ling Shan County, who assisted the county magistrate in solving a salt mine case and discovered a new method of salt refining, is hereby appointed as a prefectural magistrate, holding the rank of ninth grade."
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." Nan Zhi kowtowed and accepted the imperial edict.
The official in charge of ceremonies approached Nan Zhi and said, “Lord Nan, our dynasty has never had a woman hold an official position before. Although the position may seem small, it was obtained for you by His Majesty.”
Nanzhi was moved and said, "Your Majesty is truly a wise and virtuous ruler."
After the officiant left, the villagers remained gathered in the courtyard.
The bright yellow imperial edict was quite eye-catching.
Grandma Nan couldn't stop smiling. "I told you my granddaughter is a lucky girl. Look at her!"
Grandma Nan held the imperial edict by only two ends, afraid that the calluses on her hands would tear it.
I don't recognize the words on it, but it's praising Zhizhi anyway.
Nankai secretly regretted it; he should never have kicked Zhizhi out of the house. Now look what happened.
Such achievements have become someone else's.
After receiving congratulations from everyone and seeing Liu Dezhi off, Nanzhi entered the house.
"Master, would you like some water boiled?"
Nanzhi then remembered that she had brought one back with her.
"No need, you're tired too, get some rest."
Wu Nanshuang: "Thank you, Master."
Lying in bed, Nanzhi realized that Song Hanyan had not returned yet.
My master has disappeared.
Everything in Master's room is gone.
"Did the old man move away?" Nan Zhi wondered.
Just as I was pondering why the old man had moved away, a hearty laugh rang out from the courtyard.
"Old man, I knew your wife was smart."
Although it was a low-ranking official position, she was the first woman in the Great Central Plains to hold an official post.
It was a nominal position, but it was the first time the Emperor had personally bestowed an official title upon a woman.
"Father, you previously said that the mistress was just a village woman, and that you would find an opportunity to make the master divorce her."
The air suddenly turned cold, and Zhou Chang sneezed.
Who's cursing the old man in broad daylight?
"Old man," Nan Zhi's sinister voice came from behind, "who do you think Song Hanyan should divorce?"
Zhou Chang: "..."
Oh no, it's all Ping An's fault, that bastard with his big mouth.
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