Xia ping 'an opened her eyes and found herself in the palace. She was in the study. In front of her were piles of bamboo slips on the table. A few eunuchs were running around in the room, carrying bundles of bamboo slips from outside. They were so tired that they were panting.
The bamboo slips were tied up with cloth, and it was no easier to carry them than to carry firewood.
Xia ping 'an took a look at them. These bamboo slips were all books and information stored in the palace's warehouse. For some reason, Ying Zheng had come today to look at the books stored in the palace's warehouse. As a result, the eunuchs around him were extremely busy. They ran back and forth between the study room and the outside, carrying the books in the palace.
