Da Tang Si Zi: My Six Super Rich Little Nuggets!

Chapter 71 A beautifully carved scepter

In the magnificent hall, Changsun Wuji slowly stood up from his chair, his movements as graceful and steady as an old cat walking a runway, as if every move had been rehearsed in advance.

He wore that dark blue official robe, with a gold-threaded belt around his waist, exuding an air of solemnity and majesty!

He glanced briefly at the faces of the civil and military officials in the hall, his eyes seeming to say, "Are you all ready to accept my talent and wisdom?" Then, in a deep, powerful voice, he spoke:

"His Majesty's encouragement for everyone to speak freely sounds like a good thing, right? But, after talking so much, everyone's ears are ringing, and everyone's head is spinning, leaving His Majesty with no energy left to listen!"

After he finished speaking, he paused, as if giving everyone time to think, probably wondering, "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

His tone was so reasonable, like a "dynasty mentor"!

Then, he gently waved the tablet in his hand, creating a small breeze.

“Following the rules is extremely important! Nobody wants to easily give up what they've worked so hard for, what they've risked their lives to earn—the territory of the Tang Dynasty, the actions of its ministers…”

He thought to himself: That's power and wealth earned through almost a lifetime of scheming and plotting, who would dare to throw it away so easily?!

Changsun Wuji's words echoed in the hall, carrying an inexplicable magic that instantly silenced the previously noisy hall.

Everyone's ears seemed to be drawn in, and they could hear even the slightest cough clearly.

Perhaps it was because his words were so "powerful" that every single one seemed to serve as a "wake-up call".

Si Zi sat in the corner and muttered quietly, "Uncle is really a master. As soon as he speaks, everyone listens with great interest. His words represent his intelligent mind."

Changsun Wuji didn't hear Sizi's mutterings and continued slowly, "These rules must be strictly observed. Without rules, not only will power be lost, but even the rice bowls of officials in the court may be ruined. Everyone has earned today with blood and sweat, how can we give it up so easily? It's something we fought for with our lives on the line!"

After saying this, he slowly retreated as if he had rehearsed it, his movements so light that he seemed afraid the air would vibrate as he stepped down.

Then, he swept his gaze across the entire room again, his eyes filled with the confidence of "I'll see who dares to act recklessly."

The officials present nodded in agreement, secretly admiring Changsun Wuji's wit and authority.

Who would dare disobey? Everyone knows these rules.

Seeing that Changsun Wuji's uncle had retreated to one side of the main hall, holding an exquisitely carved tablet in his hand, his eyes swept over the surrounding officials.

Yonghui Si happened to be standing in a corner to the side. He frowned and curiously leaned closer to ask, "Uncle Changsun, why do you all carry this bamboo strip when you go to court? Is it used to hit people?"

Changsun Wuji glanced at Sizi, a slight smile playing on his lips: "This isn't for hitting people. The scepter has a very important function. Look at this scepter, although it's small, it's a 'status symbol' of rank for the emperor, feudal lords, high officials, and scholars. It's a bit like a modern... well, an 'office gadget,' isn't it?"

"'Office gadget'?" Si Zi's eyes lit up. "Does that mean Uncle is going to use it to hold meetings with ministers and write meeting minutes that the Emperor conveys?"

"More or less." Although Changsun Wuji found these expressions a bit strange, they made sense, so he nodded slightly.

“The tablet was primarily used for recording things. You see, when I go to court, I have to report on many things, and if I’m afraid of forgetting something important, I can write it down on the tablet first.” He casually gestured in the air a couple of times.

“For example, ‘Today the Arab envoy has arrived,’ ‘That minister on the left is a bit unreliable,’ ‘What’s his name again? He has a bad memory and keeps losing things’… You have to remember all of these.”

Si Zi excitedly leaned closer: "Oh, so can I write something too? Like, 'The Emperor was in a particularly good mood today and bought me a cell phone'?"

Changsun Wuji couldn't help but laugh: "What kind of chicken is the 'Beast Chicken'? That's quite creative. But remember to remember the important things, don't just remember things about chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs."

"Then Uncle, why is your scepter so exquisitely made? Is it for decoration?" Si Zi stared at the scepter in Changsun Wuji's hand, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“This scepter represents status and rank.” Changsun Wuji waved his hand. “The emperor uses one made of jade, while ministers like me use one made of ivory. Nobles use ivory and can also decorate it with fish skin. As for scholars, they use simpler ones made of bamboo, although sometimes they secretly add a little ivory white to the bottom.”

"Wow, so everyone's scepter is different! Uncle, do you think your scepter is the coolest?!" Si Zi looked at Changsun Wuji with longing eyes while touching the bamboo tube in her little hand.

Changsun Wuji squeezed his scepter and laughed, "Of course! I used Changsun ivory paired with amethyst gemstones. Have you ever seen a more precious material than this?"

Si Zi looked thoughtfully at the half-bamboo tube in his hand: "My bamboo tablet is different. It's 'naturally low-carbon and environmentally friendly,' which can save the court a lot of money! In the future, I can also provide meeting notes when the emperor holds meetings!"

Changsun Wuji couldn't help but chuckle: "You do have some brains. If you can really 'save money,' you might consider making a suggestion to the court."

He shook the scepter. "However, remember, the scepter is not only for recording; it also serves to indicate rank and status. Not just anyone can hold it."

Sizi pouted and said, "Oh, so the key point is 'hierarchy'. It's just labeling. This will be popular in the future world too."

Changsun Wuji stopped talking, even though he also liked this innocent Yonghui Si very much. She looked so much like his younger sister when she was a child, and she was exactly the same as Princess Jinyang.

His gaze swept over everyone again, as if silently reminding them that rules are the foundation of order, whether in the imperial court or among the common people.

At this time, Changsun Wuji, as an important minister of the court, had to set a good example and take the lead, and everything was under control.