The Emperor opened the memorial and, within a short moment, joy appeared on his handsome face. With a swish, he closed the memorial and, with smiling eyes, looked upon the Ministers below. Lifting the memorial, he said, "Today is indeed a double celebration. Marshal Hou led a smaller force to greatly drive back several small border countries, chasing them out over a hundred miles away. Truly delightful news for everyone."
"The Emperor is wise."
Feng Xuxu glanced at the Ministers, and in less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, found herself kneeling again. Lifting her eyelids slightly, she caught sight of the Emperor, his face beaming with pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the worship of others. Feng Xuxu sneered inwardly. No wonder they all liked to sit in that position—the thrill of being venerated and looking down upon all life from above.
"Spread the word, so everyone can share in the joy." With that, he handed the memorial to Shiyuan.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
