The grand sacrificial ceremony is underway on the square before The Imperial Ancestral Temple.
Solemn music echoes gently, the chant of the Ritual Officer is exceedingly distant, and is offering prayers to Cangtian.
Beside the square, in this side hall, an awkward atmosphere continues to spread.
If it were Zhongxuan Sheng, not to mention being exposed for reading spring palace books, even if caught acting in a spring palace play, he would remain indifferent, without a trace of embarrassment.
Just as Marquis of Ding Yuan said, in terms of face skin, Zhongxuan Zun undoubtedly has a great disadvantage.
Thus, as Jiang Wang uttered that question, Zhongxuan Zun immediately closed the book with some unease; on his usually suave and composed handsome face, there was quite a bit of embarrassment.
After a pause, he said, "I didn't expect Brother Jiang to have research in agriculture."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Jiang Wang replied expressionlessly: "Mine is the Capital Heaven Classics."
