This Martial Saint Just Wants to Be an Official

Enemies surround them, dark clouds loom over the city, and the Great Yong is on the brink of disaster.

At this critical moment, Lu Yuanzhi decides to lay his cards on the table.

He turns, clasps his hands, and says solemnly:

“Your Majesty, I implore you to promote me. I cultivate the fortune of the realm, and every promotion makes me stronger. The petty bandits outside the city can be wiped out with a flick of my finger.”

After hearing this, Emperor Jianhong thinks it over seriously, then asks after a moment’s consideration:

“But, my dear minister, you’ve already reached the rank of prince. How can I promote you further?”

Lu Yuanzhi doesn’t answer. He only stares intently at the bright yellow dragon robe on Emperor Jianhong.