When the imperial decree arrived at the Song Family, Song Zhiyu was still sleeping on the pleasure boat, groggily carried by the guard back to the mansion, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and rushed to the front courtyard.
Song Zhiyuan gave him a fierce glare, pressing him down to kneel properly.
The one delivering the decree was Eunuch Zhou, who had already drank several cups of tea before the main character showed up. He knew the person was fished out of the pleasure boat, hmm, this is something the Emperor would be delighted to hear.
"Since everyone is present, I shall read the decree," Eunuch Zhou put down the teacup, cleared his throat, and took the bright yellow imperial decree from the tray held by the little eunuch.
Decree, what decree?
The hungover Song Zhiyu slightly raised his head, a bit confused, until the old eunuch read out the decree, and his mind buzzed, exploding.
Wha, what?
