Let him choose capable people on the spot to fill positions, what great trust this is in him. In essence, after those people fill positions, they will be his protégés in the future.
"As for what you are thinking in your heart, I can’t say anything on your behalf. This ti you will be in contact with Prince Zhan and Prince An Yang, if you get the chance, speak to them yourself."
The Emperor added.
"Uh."
Gong Jian was stifled by the Emperor’s words, his handso face imdiately turned red.
Unexpectedly, the Emperor understands his thoughts so well. Isn’t this considered betrayal, serving the Emperor while thinking about how to go to Wulong Mountain?
Indeed, what he most wishes is to be able to go to Wulong Mountain. He has made many efforts for this, but after so many years, he’s only been to Wulong Mountain once, and that was when Qian Jiyun took him there.
He always thinks that there will be opportunities in the future, no need to rush.
"I thank His Majesty for the reminder."
The Emperor nodded, since Gong Jian had already agreed here, then get ready and let him set off as soon as possible.
"Go back and get ready, you mustn’t let this matter spread."
As he spoke, he took out a token and handed it to Gong Jian. This token represents all the Emperor’s authority, with this token, you can do many things.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Gong Jian respectfully received the token, took the Emperor’s disaster relief plan, and turned to leave the imperial study room.
He must rush to the Northern Lands as quickly as possible. He can wait here, but the people in the Northern Lands cannot wait. Arriving a day earlier ans solving the drought in the Northern Lands sooner.
The Emperor watched Gong Jian leave, and the pent-up breath in his heart finally eased.
...
Gong family. Lady Gong looked at her eldest son, busy back and forth, sorting out his luggage, and couldn’t help but furrow her brow.
"Jian’er, you just got back, and now you have to leave again. The Emperor is really sothing, why can’t he let you rest at ho for a few more days, how tiring it is."
Unable to bear watching anymore, Lady Gong stepped forward to stop her son from packing.
"Mother, please watch your words."
Gong Jian turned back, glanced at Lady Gong, and then continued packing.
He had no maids around him, not accustod to using them, and the guards who would accompany him were also sent away by him to sort out their own things.
"The Emperor has his own considerations, how can we speak arrogantly of them? Mother, you should refrain from saying such things in the future."
Lady Gong was stifled by her son’s words, pursing her lips, unsure whether she should say anything.
Are these words sothing she wanted to say? She feels helpless, having two biological sons, yet in this family, all she sees are the concubine sons and daughters. Her own biological sons are scarcely seen throughout the year.
This ti she thought her eldest son Gong Jian could stay ho for a few more days, she even considered introducing the girls she liked to Jian’er, hoping one would catch his fancy.
She didn’t expect he hadn’t even ward his seat, hadn’t had a sip of hot tea, yet he’s about to be dispatched again.
As for the younger son, she doesn’t pin her hopes on him anymore. It’s been years since he’s been ho, she suspects that boy has forgotten he has a ho, and even his parents.
"You just ca back and you’re leaving, Cheng’er on the other hand hasn’t returned ho in years, how can mother’s heart feel good? It’s just a lant, not really aning to say anything wrong."
She hurriedly explained.
Who dares to have any opinions on the Emperor? She, as a woman, dare not even more.
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