Remembering what the Imperial Advisor had said, that His Majesty's mind is now like a child's, Ah Hao wasn't sure if His Majesty... needed some guidance...
So next, Ah Hao did what she considered the greatest thing in her life: she taught His Majesty...
(Okay, I'll skip the last 500 words, but basically, Little Shishi is a little embarrassed.)
"Ah Hao, you're such a good person."
Murong Yue felt much better in her stomach.
At the same time, I feel that I am getting better and better at disguising myself; I can even have a heartbeat and poop.
Hehehe—I'm practically the perfect zombie!
Murong Yue smiled for the first time.
Ah-hao: ...
"Your Majesty, these memorials need to be dealt with as soon as possible, but these are not urgent; the Prime Minister has already taken care of them."
"you..."
To be honest, Ah Hao wasn't sure if His Majesty was in a good enough state to handle the memorials.
The complete system of court operations in the Qing Kingdom was optimized by the retired emperor.
The imperial court was set up with six ministries, plus two prime ministers and a general, with other officials counted separately.
Anyone could submit a memorial to the emperor, or they could submit a memorial directly during court assemblies, both large and small.
The memorials from the six ministers, the prime minister, and the generals would be placed directly on His Majesty's desk, while the memorials from other officials would be reviewed by the two prime ministers first, who would then highlight the key points before handing them over to His Majesty.
Therefore, the number of officials in the Qing Kingdom is less than that of other countries, but their efficiency is exceptionally high.
Other countries always try to imitate Qing, but they can never quite capture its essence.
What Murong Yue needs to deal with now are the memorials that the Prime Minister has selected.
Ah Hao wanted His Majesty to rest well first, but she couldn't interfere in matters of state; she could only leave it to His Majesty to decide whether or not to deal with it now.
ah?
beat?
fold?
Should I break his legs...?
Murong Yue recalled the scene of going to eat melons in the morning and hearing others wish her a long life, which was quite interesting.
So he nodded.
Unexpectedly, Ah Hao led her to a table, opened a memorial for her, and laid it on the table.
Ah Hao lowered his head, not looking at the contents of the memorial.
He ground ink and moistened the brush for Murong Yue.
Murong Yue: ? ? ? ?
Huh? A book? How do I beat it up?
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