"All right. With the wisdom you two possess, I suppose this old man needn't wag his tongue any further."
Prince Pingbei said with a hearty smile.
At that moment, the two of them truly had to concede to the Prince Pingbei before them. Without needing to make any choice himself, he had managed to bind them back together. That undoubtedly required immense wisdom and courage.
That courage was not because Ye Rong and the other man were powerful, but because, as the one delivering the final judgment, he could confidently allow the two of them to put aside their estrangement.
It could be said that if either of them harbored the slightest disloyalty, with one controlling the army and the other controlling governmental affairs, the two of them could hollow out those above them in mere minutes.
"Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness."
Watching the two leave one after the other, Prince Pingbei removed the reading glasses from his face and let out a long breath.
At that moment, Princess Hisha walked in.
"Father, was it really all right for you to tell Marshal Ye and the others that? Your daughter may not understand much, but even I know that privately speculating about a sovereign is a grave taboo. And you even told Marshal Ye and the others all of this."
Prince Pingbei looked at his daughter and sighed.
"Ah, who told us to encounter such a one-in-a-thousand-year oddball of an emperor? Looking at what he has done, anyone with half a brain can see that our His Imperial Majesty truly has no attachment to power. Toward those people at the bottom, he possesses a sympathy so intense it is almost pathological.
"Even if your father hadn't said it, do you think those two, with their intelligence, wouldn't have