Ministry of Revenue, Zhou Shuren was fiddling with the abacus, unable to help but tug at his hair, anxiously pushing the noisy abacus aside. The Retired Emperor heard the noise before even entering the room.
"What could make the Grand Master of Writing so furious?"
Zhou Shuren, "..."
Perfect timing for a visit, one would think he was dissatisfied with something!
Zhou Shuren's gaze darkened. The ancient times had their drawbacks—imperial power reigned supreme, with the Retired Emperor and the Emperor having unimpeded access. Despite his displeasure, he had to mask it and somberly said, "Your servant is worried about the silver."
If only he hadn't so readily given the Retired Emperor the silver, now he almost wished he could dismantle the Retired Emperor's warm pavilion.
