When Song Zhiyuan walked out of the discussion hall in the mansion, it was already the latter half of the night. He lifted his head to look at the bright moon in the sky; the cold, clear moonlight made his eyes narrow involuntarily.
"Since it's still some time before morning court, my Lord should go back and rest for a while. These past few days you likely haven't had a full night's sleep." Mister Jun came to his side, following a step behind as he advised.
Song Zhiyuan gave a faint smile. "It's strange—clearly my body is utterly weary, yet the more it is at times like these, the clearer my mind becomes, and I don't feel much like sleeping. Speaking of which, these days I've relied greatly on Mister Jun to preside over matters in the mansion; otherwise, the Prime Minister's Mansion would probably be in complete disorder."
As he spoke, he turned slightly to the side and gave Mister Jun a formal bow.
