How could one now dare to display mediocre skills in front of Chu Yihan?
Her own sins could no longer be absolved.
"If you are ashamed, you should even more strive to fulfill your duties where you stand. Ask yourself,— can Zhuo Qing truly not shoulder the position of a prefecture chief?"
Chu Yihan set down Zhuo Qing's literary collection, his dark eyes tinged with ink, his aura formidable.
A shock went through Zhuo Qing's heart, and she once again knelt before Chu Yihan, nodding slightly.
Her heart was bursting with excitement; indeed, Chu Yihan didn't need to say more, she very much wanted to try!
After all, was not one's capability only found through trial?
Zhuo Qing had been silent for a long time. Chu Yihan was ready; if she didn't want to take the position, he would transfer the Hangzhou prefecture chief first, serving temporarily, and, after returning to Jiang Du City, select another prominent official to fill the position.
