Zhou Yi became the Grand Supervisor of the Eastern Depot, but his joy lasted only three to five hours.
He soon realized,
that he had risen to the pinnacle, with no further promotions to attain, no further ranks to be granted.
Should he achieve more in the future, His Majesty would have nothing suitable to bestow. In order not to breed resentment in Zhou Yi, he would inevitably find a way to grant him death, wiping out all favors, grievances, and merits once a person is dead.
He thought left and right but could not find a solution.
He also could not discuss it with his children or subordinates, for fear of disturbing their morale and making the troops difficult to manage.
The only knowledgeable old man in the palace he could barely trust was the uncompetitive and unambitious Old Deer, whom Zhou Yi had come to seek advice from today during his free time.
"The fact that you can think of this proves you are quite intelligent."
