"Your Majesty, this is a memorial from the southern Xinjiang area. It has been reviewed and approved. Please make your decision." An old official who was nearly 70 years old slowly walked in with more than a dozen memorials in his arms. His expression was a little stiff and nervous. The hands were shaking slightly.
Jasper Murong looked at him, really worried that he would not be able to hold the memorials. He quickly stood up, went over to take the memorials, and put them on Lachlan Shangguan's table.
The old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jasper Murong's back gratefully.
Lachlan Shangguan gave a cold hum and waved his hand to indicate that he could go down.
The old man suddenly felt like he was being pardoned and stepped back. Even though he was walking backward, his pace was even faster and easier than when he came in.
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