"However, I'm not sure which word would be more appropriate."
"Emperor Jianli, Emperor Gangli, Emperor Lingli?"
"Each seems fine, yet each seems to lack a bit of rhythm..."
Qu Hanxiu stroked his beard, just about to make his choice, when he heard the gentle sound of fingers tapping on the table, perfectly capturing everyone's attention.
The gentle Mr. Wen Qingyu smiled and said, "How about the word 'Ding'?"
"To amend past mistakes with the word Ding, and yet it aligns with his title, turning it into a simple posthumous title."
Qu Hanxiu was stunned.
Hmm???
This word, why does it seem more suitable than the one I chose?
Wait a minute, this young man, does he have a profound knowledge of rituals and laws?
Qu Hanxiu was filled with suspicion and bewilderment.
But he cultivates rituals and laws, learns the arts of the Zongheng School, and understands the grand strategies of warfare, why does he study such a wide range?
