In the Xuanehui Hall, Wen Daoyuan burst into hearty laughter.
His laughter resonated like the sound of metal and stone, echoing through the hall and causing various ornaments to tremble with a rustling sound.
"Such grand and marvelous ideas exist in the world, truly a plan for the ages! Hahaha..." Amidst his laughter, Wen Daoyuan held the manuscript, pacing rapidly within the hall.
This was a manifestation of his deep inner contemplation, emotions so intense they were beyond control.
The last time he was this way was when Wen Daoyuan comprehended his own path, on the verge of becoming a Great Scholar.
The Emperor himself had never seen Wen Daoyuan so excited, momentarily staring in awe.
Wen Daoyuan held the manuscript, muttering incessantly.
"The excessive deforestation around Longchuan, this old man had long felt uneasy. Mountains and marshes rescued from fire, the planting of trees as the wealth of the nation—how can there be such reckless logging?"
