Zishou suddenly thought of a memorial that Wen Zhong mentioned just now.

The iron sword of Handan City was lost?

One less Divine Cannon is also missing?

Zi Shou frowned in thought.

Couldn't this guy have stolen it?

Well...it won't be removed.

Zi Shou gathered his thoughts and said:

"Now that the road is open, let's rebuild it as soon as possible."

"This Nuwa Palace has been burned for seven days and it has not been repaired. Empress Nuwa can no longer stand it."

Shang Rong was just about to receive the decree when he heard Zi Shou:

"Old Prime Minister, please go home and rest."

"You don't sleep for seven days and seven nights. Do you want to become an immortal?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Rong straightened his chest and raised his head, patted his chest and said:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I don't need to rest."

Zishou glanced at Shang Rong indifferently and waved to the imperial physician Ling who was standing in the corner.

When the imperial doctor saw this, he immediately understood.

He waved his hand, and several imperial doctors from the surrounding hospitals swarmed over and held Shang Rong down.

Then, he was bundled away skillfully.

At the same time...a piece of linen was stuffed into Shang Rong's mouth.

Shang Rong whined loudly and tried to struggle, but was held down tightly.

Zishou's voice came from behind: "Let the old prime minister recover for a few days."

Zi Shou watched Shang Rong leave, converged his gaze, and said calmly:

"The mountain in front of Nuwa Palace has collapsed. Even if the road is paved, I'm afraid it won't be suitable for the reconstruction of Nuwa Temple."

"Pass an edict that I want to relocate to the Nuwa Palace and re-select the site for the Nuwa Temple."
Chapter completed!