163, Zhao Douan's Manuscript

"Gentlemen," said the aged Scholar draped in a red academic robe as he tapped the desk to draw everyone's attention.

"Her Majesty takes care of myriad affairs and it is already Noon, today's political discussion thus comes to a temporary pause.

Tomorrow, we need to handle official duties in the hall; as for the new policies... there's no hurry, just leave your proposals on the desk today, and later Her Majesty and I will examine them carefully."

As his words ended, the young scholars realized in shock that so much time had already passed, and it was already Noon.

They suddenly felt dry-mouthed and famished.

Although some topics were still unfinished, since Grandmaster Dong had spoken, they naturally stood up to bid farewell:

"Farewell to Your Majesty."

Meanwhile, each one placed the thick proposals they had prepared well in advance on the table.

Clearly, although Han Banshan had mainly led the discussion today, each of these scholars had their own thoughts.