The incense table was set, and the crowd knelt in worship.
Mr. Zhang held the imperial decree and approached the incense table. He read aloud, "By the mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Yang Zhenshan, the garrison commander of An Yuan City, is talented and virtuous, courageous and strategic. On the battlefield, he maneuvers strategies and charges forward bravely..."
The lengthy opening was filled with praises for Yang Zhenshan, leaving him somewhat dazed and confused.
Although he had read many books since arriving in this world, improving his classical Chinese by at least three levels, he still found the imperial decree somewhat perplexing.
"Intellect sharp as a rhinoceros horn, virtue pure as jade"
"With a chest replete with armaments, he can truly be considered adept in military affairs."
These phrases gave Yang Zhenshan a headache, and he found them difficult to comprehend.
However, fortunately, he knew that he was being praised, and that understanding was sufficient.
