At Baideng Temple, Lord Yan, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, once again brought his colleagues for a visit.
However, unlike their last visit, Lord Yan and his men had brought a number of gifts this time, and their faces were all tinged with embarrassment.
"This humble official, Yan Zhen, greets Master Wangxin."
In the front hall of Baideng Temple, Yan Zhen and his men bowed to Wangxin.
Wangxin blinked. She looked at Yan Zhen and his men, assuming they were there about the prayer ceremony. She spoke slowly, "I will be heading to the Sacrificial Altar shortly to pray for Your Majesty. There will be no delay."
"Well..."
The embarrassed look on Yan Zhen's face deepened, now tinged with apology.
"Master Wangxin, we are deeply grateful for your prayers for His Majesty these past days. However, as of today, we will no longer need to trouble you. You need not go to the Sacrificial Altar."
"Is it no longer needed?" Wangxin asked calmly.
"Yes."
