Shen Jiyu could feel his headache compounding and he gazed at Lui Jia, "How many did you say again?"
"Fifteen thousand, nine hundred and ten memorials, your Grace." Her gaze held a little smile as she watched Shen Jiyu take a deep breath.
"How long have I been gone?"
"Six months." She said, then seeing the impatient tick on his brows, she added, "The Penglai Court can not meet officially without your presence but I can confirm that there were three such meetings unofficially. Two were headed by the Official Ming Ye at his residence and the other was organized by Immortal Scholar Chen at a new bamboo island 13,000 miles from the Summon Summit."
"Oh!" Shen Jiyu had a small feeling about what kind of memorials would pile up on his desk, the meeting of his officials that could be led by Ming Ye had only one purpose. "Invite the scribes at onset. Arrange the memorials and proposal from Scholar Chen and his faction to be attended to first. I would meet you in the memorial room."
