The Old Emperor glanced at those few booklets, looking towards the ministers below. Discussing state affairs didn't seem to make them as excited, each pretending to be deaf and mute, but now just a few books got them all anxious.
Minister Wu of the Ministry of Rites spoke at length again, implying that these things had corrupted the atmosphere of the capital and must be strictly banned.
Every time he said a word, Su Juan had to echo twice.
Minister Wu never thought that at nearly seventy, after being despised by his colleagues all his life, he could still receive such flattery at the end.
Such flattery made his old face blush, letting him experience what Duke Ping usually enjoys.
The Old Emperor, however, said, "No rush, let's ponder this matter a bit more and discuss it in a couple of days."
Su Juan almost jumped up, [How can it not be urgent?]
[I usually say nothing about the Old Emperor being unreliable, but how can such matters be shelved!?]
