He walked over.
"You haven't slept yet?" asked Zhang Ronghua.
Uncle Shi stood up from the stone bench. He bent his body and sighed." I'm old. I can't sleep even if I want to."
He asked.
"Has the imperial court's reward been given?"
"Yes." Zhang Ronghua nodded.
"Censor of the Imperial Censorate, from the third rank."
"Congratulations, Qing Lin. You're one step closer to becoming an official."
Zhang Ronghua smiled and took out ten taels of silver and threw it over.
"Thank you, Qinglin!"
When he saw Zheng Qingyu, he walked over.
"Master, Miss Hong Ling is here."
The lights in the room reflected her figure on the door.
Zhang Ronghua nodded and didn't think too much about it.
He pushed open the door.
