บท 671: A Decree

The clear light of the autumn day shone both inside and outside the library. It was very peaceful.

Suddenly, a voice spoke. This voice was very old, calm and unperturbed. It was a graceful voice, leisurely and unoppressive, a voice that inspired trust.

Eunuch Lin said, "I know what you are thinking. You think that His Majesty has been compelled by us treacherous officials, thus requiring three days to send out this decree, for the Orthodox Academy to be surrounded, forbidding anyone from leaving. But you are wrong. This is truly a decree personally drafted by His Majesty, because…he wishes to protect you."