Bai Zhi'er eagerly waved her little hand, "Come, let me see!"
Lord Ding reluctantly handed the memorial prepared for Bai Xilie to Eunuch Quan Xi, who then passed it to the Princess.
The little one flipped open the memorial and saw dozens of names.
The Minister of Personnel was quite meticulous, adding notes for each person on the side.
Some were born as scholars, others had achieved second place in exams, all exceptional in talent.
But Bai Zhi'er concentrated slightly, then returned the memorial.
"These people, their characters are not written, they cannot be chosen," the little child shook her head and said.
The Minister of Personnel was taken aback, "Your Highness, what does the choice of a teacher have to do with their character?"
Bai Zhi'er blinked her long curling lashes, "Of course it matters. Didn't the previously executed Master Gao have knowledge but lack morals?"
