835 Buddha Beads

He could defy the court officials, but he could not defy heaven and earth.

Although Han Zhao roared in his heart: It was just a heavy rain, it had nothing to do with the will of the heavens. Compared to Wei Ya and Wei Jin, Jiang Shu was, of course, the most suitable person.

But he always remembered his duty, bending at the waist in silence.

He knew the emperor's temperament all too well; speaking up now would not only be ineffective, but it would also backfire.

As expected, Emperor Yue did not await an answer. After a long while, he sighed, "Let's go see Xiaoshu!"

The palace maids and eunuchs had already retreated. Jiang Shu, sitting by the window, saw a group of people slowly approaching on the corridor.

He pulled a strand of Buddha Beads from his sleeve and slipped it onto his wrist.

Dressed in red auspicious attire, his handsome features and fair skin stood out as he lifted his head after bowing, rendering Emperor Yue momentarily speechless.