"Brother Huizhi, wasn't your Imperial Censorate instructed by the Empress Dowager to stay in Hanjing?"
"Brother Ziyu, I have already resigned from the post of Imperial Censor. This trip to Sacrificial Moon Mountain, apart from witnessing the grandeur of His Majesty receiving the divine mandate, I also intend to guard the tomb of the late Emperor."
By the bustling official road, a tall and thin Confucian scholar dismounted, and after exchanging greetings with a young scholar, explained.
"The resignation I submitted a few days ago has been approved by the Empress Dowager. I will be residing at the foot of Sacrificial Moon Mountain for the next three years... The grace of the late Emperor is genuinely unforgettable."
"I see."
Zhao Rong nodded.
Zhang Huizhi turned his head and glanced at the two carriages behind him.
Inside sat a woman and child, along with several disabled old servants.
He turned back, calmly saying,
