Shen Cong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly knelt down: "Your Majesty, it is true. If Your Majesty hadn't summoned me today, I was planning to talk to Your Majesty about this matter tomorrow."
Emperor Yue snorted coldly: "Are you also learning that kind of trick? If I hadn't asked you, would you have thought of informing me?"
Shen Cong took out a piece of paper from his chest and raised it over his head with utmost respect: "Your Majesty is engaged in governing a myriad of state affairs, this matter could be trivial or could be a big deal. I was thinking of writing a report to inform you. If Your Majesty is concerned, you will naturally call me to ask. If you deem it as unimportant, then it would be set aside."
Emperor Yue gave Han Zhao a signal, and Han Zhao came down to take the piece of paper.
Emperor Yue opened the paper and indeed, it was about his handling of the aftermath of Bai Yanxi's death.