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When the sun rose higher, and there were no longer any purple lights in the void, Chu Zhiyuan, Chu Mingxuan, and a third person left Mingwu Hall together.
Chu Zhitian and Chu Zhichuan went to the Military Suppression Department, while Chu Mingxuan went to the Ministry of Rites for attendance.
Chu Zhiyao, having no current duties, continued practicing martial arts in Mingwu Hall.
Chu Mingxuan was pleased with himself.
He had finally found his way through and was transferred to the Ministry of Rites.
The two arrived at the Ministry of Rites, receiving respectful greetings all the way, unchanged from before, as if the past ten days had just been yesterday.
They part ways, and he went to his room.
He soon found Gao Lingfeng buried in examining documents, looking tired, with a sore at the corner of his mouth.
"Sir!" On hearing footsteps, as Chu Zhiyuan entered through the curtain, Gao Lingfeng quickly stood to greet him, clasping his fists in salute.
