Chapter 288: Lin Pei of Luo City! Receive the Imperial Edict!

Returning to Dongma Street.

Lin Xun walked to the front of Bai Luoxue’s courtyard.

Lin Xun subconsciously reached out to knock on the door, only to remember that he had just sent that silly girl away not long ago.

He pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

She was no longer there to come before him, nor was she there to look at him with those cat-tailed peach blossom eyes blinking away.

Nor was that small Calico Cat lazily sprawled on the table, yawning.

A faint trace of Bai Luoxue’s scent lingered in the courtyard, but the girl was no longer there.

Lin Xun didn’t know if that silly girl would return.

But in all probability, this courtyard would be without its owner for a very, very long time.

He sat on a stone stool in the courtyard, looking at the place where that silly girl had once lived.

Before, he had always been looking forward to her leaving.

But now that she was truly gone, he suddenly felt a bit of discomfort.

“Humans really are strange creatures.”

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xun stood up and walked into the kitchen.

In the clear water of the kitchen, the tofu she had made this morning was still soaking.

Lin Xun subconsciously reached out and poked it; the tofu bounced slightly, white and tender.

Involuntarily, Lin Xun recalled a few months ago when that silly girl, under the watchful eyes of the neighbors, had brought tofu to give him.

That look of “I only want to give you the first tofu I ever made” had left Lin Xun unable to either scold her or drive her away at the time.

Packing the tofu up one by one, Lin Xun walked into Bai Luoxue’s room.

On the bed, her quilt was folded neatly.

The black stockings and the elegant short skirt she had worn before were folded by the pillow, left behind.

Because Bai Luoxue thought Lin Xun would like them, and since she had worn them herself, he would like them even more.

Inadvertently thinking of her wearing them, Lin Xun quickly shook his head, shaking off his fantasies.

Naturally, Lin Xun couldn’t possibly take them to smell; he wasn’t a pervert!

After putting the clothes along with the bedding and pillowcases into the wardrobe, Lin Xun checked the courtyard once more for anything that might spoil if left too long.

A stick of incense’s time later, Lin Xun finally left Bai Luoxue’s courtyard.

For some reason, even though he knew she was gone.

Whenever he looked at this Tofu Shop at the entrance.

He always had a feeling she was still in the yard.

As if she were still working hard studying those strange books, striving for the day she could make him like her.

“Truly silly.”

Lin Xun sighed and turned to go back.

Just as Lin Xun intended to close the door and take a nap, suddenly, the ground began to vibrate.

The sound of horse hooves and a noisy commotion faintly drifted over, getting closer and closer.

The neighbors all grabbed a melon and opened their doors to see what was happening.

Lin Xun looked over and found a row of armored generals riding large horses galloping down Dongma Street, accompanied by Luo City officials.

“Whoa~”

Just as Lin Xun was wondering what was going on, the row of generals reined in their horses at Lin Xun’s courtyard.

*Shua shua shua*

The sound of clashing armor rang out in unison as the generals dismounted together and stood on either side. The Luo City official who had been leading the way also stepped back to the side with a sheepish look.

Next, a woman dressed in palace attire walked out from the path formed by the guards, stepping toward Lin Xun.

Her outfit made her look like a maidservant, but even so, judging by the respectful attitude of those around her, her master’s status was definitely extraordinary.

“May I ask if Your Excellency is Mr. Lin, Lin Pei?”

The woman in palace attire spoke with a soft yet incredibly confident voice.

“I am,” Lin Xun replied with a bow, somewhat bewildered.

What was happening?

Did he win the lottery?

Even so, there was no need for such a grand display, right?

“Greetings, Mr. Lin,” the maidservant said with a slight bow, but even as she bowed, her arrogance and confidence were palpable.

It was very likely that her master was an equally confident, even conceited person.

Before Lin Xun could ask what was going on, the maidservant straightened up and took a gold-threaded brocade box from an attendant.

Inside, there seemed to be a jade scroll?

The jade scroll unfurled, revealing golden fabric with a Golden Dragon embroidered on the back.

This is a damn—!

“Lin Pei, receive the Imperial Edict!”

The young woman’s delicate voice called out.

Lin Xun: “.”

In that instant, Lin Xun had guessed it was an imperial edict.

But in Lin Xun’s impression, weren’t those who delivered imperial edicts usually eunuchs?

Oh, right, the Qian Kingdom’s imperial palace didn’t have eunuchs; the entire palace was a kingdom of women.

But having this delicate voice deliver an imperial edict still felt very jarring!

“Lin Pei receives the edict.”

Lin Xun bowed to receive the edict.

【New Law of the Empress of Qian Kingdom: Commoners, wealthy merchants, and officials shall all bow and clasp their hands when receiving an edict; kneeling is forbidden!】

“By the Grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Lin Pei, a teacher at Luocheng Academy, has shown outstanding performance in education and remarkable political achievements. His poetic talent is rare in this world; I like it very much.

Having heard your poem ‘green jade table,’ I see your heart’s desire to serve the country, which I have only just discovered.

To have overlooked such talent and chilled the heart of a subject is my fault.

Fortunately, you were recommended by Qi Yu of the Hanlin Academy.

Today, I appoint you to the position of Draft Recorder. You are to report for duty at the Imperial Capital within four days. Any violation shall be punished by me personally!

By Imperial Command!”

After finishing, the maidservant closed the edict and waited for Lin Xun to take it.

As it turned out, Lin Xun remained bent in a bow, motionless.

The maidservant from the palace felt this was understandable.

After all, an ordinary School Teacher had gained the appreciation of Her Majesty the Empress and become someone close to Her Majesty.

Anyone in his position would suspect they were dreaming.

She presumed this scholar was currently so happy he hadn’t come to his senses yet.

Indeed, Lin Xun had not come to his senses.

But it wasn’t out of happiness.

It was out of a massive headache.

Draft Recorder?

He knew a bit about the official positions in the Qian Kingdom.

This position involved staying by the Emperor’s side and being responsible for drafting imperial edicts, right?

Meaning his workplace would be the Imperial Study, spending all day with Sister Mimi and becoming her personal secretary?

If there was work to do, that would be fine; after all, a secretary does the work.

But if there was no work…

Just at the thought, cold sweat broke out on Lin Xun’s forehead!

What to do, what to do? If Qinger found out about this, wouldn’t she explode with rage on the spot?

But Qinger didn’t know about his and Sister Mimi’s past, so she shouldn’t think too much of it, right?

But what if? After all, Qinger’s intuition was at MAX when it came to certain things.

The best way would be to not take the post.

But the problem was, as an official of the Qian Kingdom living off the state’s dime, could he really defy an imperial edict?

Defying an edict was equal to rebellion.

Rebellion was equal to overthrowing the Empress.

Damn it!

This is bad!

“Lin Pei of Luo City! Receive the Imperial Edict!”

Feeling that the other party had been dazed for too long, the maidservant “kindly” reminded him.

If he didn’t receive the edict soon, it would be a great disrespect.

Lin Xun sighed and had no choice but to receive the edict first, then try to communicate with Sister Mimi later.

When the maidservant saw Lin Xun receive the edict with a face full of reluctance, she was completely stunned.

Wait.

You’ve clearly been promoted and transferred directly to the central hub of the Qian Kingdom. Although the rank of Draft Recorder isn’t high, countless officials will definitely try to curry favor with you.

But why do you look like you’re heading to the execution ground?