Yao Dang's face lit up with joy instantly.
When average people flattered him, he considered it nothing special, his expression unchanged.
But when Xu Xing, with his great wisdom, commended him, claiming he had the aura of an enlightened ruler, even with Yao Dang's political acumen, he found it hard to keep his emotions in check.
Depending on one's status, the effect of a single word of flattery could be different.
Although the rank of the Eighth Rank Official seemed low, as a bureaucrat in the Capital, being transferred to the countryside meant a raise of three ranks, equivalent to at least a provincial governor.
Although there were Eighteen Rebel Kings on Mount Siming, their power wasn't that significant. They possessed no more than ten thousand soldiers and fewer than a hundred generals. The territory under their control didn't even amount to a single county. They only dared to claim kingship by occupying the mountains, holing up in secluded mountain areas...
