The bricks of the imperial palace had been replaced, so when the Emperor stepped on them, they no longer hurt his feet. In high spirits, His Majesty bestowed a reward upon Chief Du, who had supplied the golden bricks.
The memorial from Prince Jing, Zhao Ze, had been sitting on the desk for two days already. Emperor Zhao Zheng weighed the pros and cons, pondering it over and over.
Logically speaking, Zhao Ze should be allowed to return to the Capital. Yet if he did, whatever authority had previously been reclaimed from him would inevitably have to be handed back in part. The previous emperor had been wary of him, and this one was equally concerned, because whether it was the frontier soldiers or the imperial guards of the capital, everyone regarded Zhao Ze as a god of war.
Chapter 218