The minister of welfare stepped forward with his head still lowered and hands tucked in his large sleeves.
"Your majesty, His imperial highness of northern Wei sent a message that the crops for last season didn't bore well and can't meet the quota for this year's tribute."
"What did you find out?" The emperor asked. He didn't care about hearsays, back up your claims with evidence, or bear his wrath.
"After investigating, I found out he was telling the truth. There was barely any rain last season and the people suffered a lot."
"Your written report?" His low voice rang in the quiet hall.
If they like, let them use the most elegant speech or eloquently describe a story. After listening, he would ask for a written report.
"Here it is, Your majesty." The minister pulled out a book from his sleeve and stretched it forward while bending from the waist.
A eunuch walked towards him and took the book from him before taking it to the emperor.
