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Da Jing Ministry of Rites
The main courtyard where the Minister of Rites resides has a main building and two rows of side rooms.
Scribes and officials come and go in a hurry.
Most of the main building is bathed in bright and gentle sunlight.
Prince Zhuang sits behind a desk, eyes closed, motionless, as if he has turned into a statue.
He has a square face, with a serious and solemn expression, austere and inviolable.
Chu Zhiyuan sits in a Taishi Chair next to him, quietly watching.
After a while, Chu Zhiyuan said, "Sir, am I being too reckless doing this? Should I have consulted with the Ministry of War first?"
"Hmm... when the situation is urgent, one must act decisively. At that moment, there was no time for a prior discussion, otherwise, dealing with the Ministry of War, who knows how long they would drag things out."
"Then..."
