"Three years? Do you think that's feasible, Lord Baili?" the Fifth Prince asked.
"According to the initial estimate, the remaining part of the Mountain Scripture will take at least another ten years."
Baili Xinghua didn't answer directly, but the meaning was clear: Shen Yu couldn't do it.
"Hehe, interesting, Old Seventh is really in a hurry." The Fifth Prince laughed nonchalantly.
"How are the arrangements for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"Your Highness, everything has been arranged; all the officials of Xirong County will be present," Baili Xinghua replied respectfully.
"Hmm," the Fifth Prince responded, casually glancing at the table:
"Take my Eldest Brother's poem and put it into the main lantern. My Eldest Brother said that any official below the seventh grade who matches its lines, regardless of who it is, will be promoted to seventh grade."
"Above seventh grade, one will be rewarded with a golden lantern."
"Yes," Baili Xinghua replied respectfully.
