Zhou Shuren smiled, "Your Highness, you also know that the capital's libraries have always been held in high regard. We've obtained quite a number of books from those who've had their property confiscated, so I thought I'd ask Your Highness to inventory them before sending them to the libraries."
Zhang Yang's smile slowly faded. The Ministry of Revenue had been especially busy these days, and he'd thought that he might land himself a decent job. Yet, unexpectedly, he was stuck with the same old errand running, "My Lord, I don't think this is appropriate."
Zhou Shuren cut him off, "Your Highness, this is no trivial matter. It's connected to the libraries and concerns countless scholars."
Zhang Yang pursed his lips. In the past, upon hearing such words, he would have naively went ahead with it. Now, Zhang Yang let out an ironic chuckle, "In that case, I'll need some assistance."
His gaze had already turned toward Zhang Jinghong.
