Chapter 1050: It's Raining in the Ministry of Rites

Heifu led a large group of children through the city gate, and then they all wore the same expression as Chengqie, the same look of amazement. Heifu only hoped that their dissatisfaction could be suppressed by the scene before them; otherwise, if they were to say a single word of complaint in front of Baifeng, he would definitely be disciplined.

If the mission was not completed well, not only would there be no credit or hard-work recognition, but he would also be punished. Heifu felt miserable just thinking about it. Now, he could no longer care about his physical exhaustion, only wanting to properly make up for his mistake.

The Ministry of Rites carriage had already arrived; after all, an ox cart was faster than a person running. As soon as Heifu saw a familiar face, his pressure lessened significantly. He hurriedly sent the children onto the ox cart one by one, then climbed into the passenger seat of one of the carriages to head toward the guest reception area.

Chengqie had arrived a step earlier, but currently, the only person there to host him was the official who had been accompanying him the whole time. However, since he did not know the specific operational situation of Huaxia, he felt no dissatisfaction; instead, he looked at the beautiful and luxurious house with some anticipation.

"Leader Chengqie, please come in!"

Under the official's guidance, Chengqie and the group of leaders all entered the cafeteria. Currently, the cafeteria was empty, with only the few of them there, but Chengqie was also very amazed as he looked at such a wide and bright room, and he had no mind to pay attention to anything else.

"Leader Chengqie, please sit here for a while. Because it is currently lunch break, most people are not at their posts, and there is no ready-made food, so I must hurry to notify my superior and the cooks to get the meal made for you as quickly as possible. You all stay here and do not go out; Huaxia is quite large, and I am afraid you might not find your way back."

"Once everything is arranged properly, if you want to go look around, we will have someone accompany you."

"Good, good, good. Go ahead, go ahead." Chengqie's eyes remained fixed on the ceiling above. He could not imagine how everything here was made; it looked beautiful and special, but it was very thought-provoking.

Once the official left, Chengqie immediately got up and began to study the walls, knocking, tapping, and touching them, feeling deeply moved. Everything was so incredible.

Several leaders were fussing over the Glass Window, and they all unanimously agreed that this window must be some kind of ice that would not melt even in summer, definitely extremely, extremely cold.

One by one, they wanted to touch it but dared not, fearing they would be frozen. The short leader, who had already been burned, was not afraid and stood right up: "Let me do it! My hand was burned, so it's perfect to ice it!"

Chengqie was also attracted by their commotion to watch. The short leader slowly extended his hand but did not dare to touch it, fearing that this ice that would not melt in summer would freeze him again. Helplessly, he had already made a big boast and could not lose face, so he steeled his heart, pressed his hand directly onto it, and quickly pulled it back.

Nothing happened, though the glass, which was not installed very tightly, made a clattering sound. Fortunately, it did not break.

A group of people surrounded the short leader: "Is it cold? Does it hurt?"

The short leader carefully savored the feeling: "It doesn't seem cold; it's actually warm."

"Try again, try again!"

This time, the short leader was cleverer; he used one finger to touch the glass lightly. It was indeed not cold. Afterward, he touched it carefully and discovered that not only was it not cold, it was warm.

He said in great confusion: "Why isn't it cold? Isn't this ice?"

Seeing this, the others also pressed their hands on it to test and touch it, staying there to study it, but they could never reach a conclusion.

The Ministry of Rites Official returned to his Ministry of Rites office. His colleagues were all lying on small bamboo beds next to their workstations, snoring loudly, very content.

He dared not delay and hurriedly ran to Zhigui's side, gently patting the edge of the bed: "Sir, Sir! Wake up!"

His sweat fell from his face and landed right by Zhigui's lips. Zhigui woke up in a daze and licked his lips: "Is it raining? Hmm... why is it a bit salty?"

The subordinate naturally dared not tell the truth and hurriedly changed the subject: "Sir, Chengqie of the Suiren clan has arrived. We must hurry to receive him; currently, I am the only one here."

Zhigui got up from the bed, and the subordinate, being very observant, helped him up.

"Who did you say arrived?"

The subordinate replied in a low voice: "Chengqie of the Suiren clan, Baoxi's son, the Legitimate Son, and all his children have arrived."

Zhigui suddenly became clear-headed: "Baoxi's son! When did he arrive, and where are they now?"

"Just arrived. I sent them to the cafeteria. They haven't had lunch yet. The King is still taking a nap, there are quite a few people, and the matter is too complicated. I couldn't handle it alone, so I hurried here to ask for your instructions."

Zhigui hurriedly stood up, straightened his clothes, and pointed at the others who were still sleeping: "Quick, quick! Wake them all up! We must go over immediately; we cannot lose decorum."

"Yes, yes!"

He hurriedly woke all his colleagues, and after they all simply washed their faces, they rushed toward the cafeteria.

But to Zhigui's surprise, they saw a group of people all pressed against the Glass Window, not knowing what they were doing, and even saw one person licking the glass with their tongue.

Zhigui's eyes widened, and he asked the official who was hosting them: "What is going on here? What are they doing, and which one is Chengqie?"

"Sir, this, this, they probably haven't seen this before, they're just curious. That one is Chengqie, the one who looks the youngest; the others are his guards."

Zhigui was shocked again: "Didn't you say all of Baoxi's children came? Why is there only this one Chengqie?"

The subordinate was already sweating profusely from fear: "This, this, Sir, when I went to pick them up, I, I didn't ask. I thought these were all of them, but halfway there, there was only one Chengqie, and the others hadn't come over. Then, the military officer who went to pick them up has gone back to get them; they should be here soon."

Zhigui was so angry he could barely suppress his temper. He really wanted to slap his subordinate, but in Huaxia, one could not just hit people, so he had to say with a ferocious face: "Half of your salary for this month is deducted, and all bonuses and subsidies are forfeited! If this isn't handled well, not only you, but I will also be disciplined!"

The subordinate nodded repeatedly to admit his mistake: "Yes, yes! Sir, I know I was wrong."

"Go notify the kitchen and have them prepare a meal. How many people are there?"

As it turned out, the subordinate could not answer that either. Zhigui was so angry he was about to swing his hand, but he could only put it down, pointing his finger at the subordinate's face: "You, you, you! What kind of thing can you actually get done!"

"Go, have them prepare for fifty people. Steam more rice, boil more soup. If there isn't enough food, let them eat until they are full and drink until they are full. I don't believe Baoxi is that capable of having children!"

"Yes, yes! Sir, I'm going right now!"

Zhigui straightened his clothes again, then squeezed a smile onto his face and walked toward the cafeteria. When Chengqie and his group saw a crowd of people coming from outside through the window, they immediately pulled their hands away and began to wander around the cafeteria in a bit of embarrassment, wanting to find something to do.

Chengqie was also a bit uneasy, like a headless fly.