3,500 words. Off to dinner.
The court's haste in dismissing Ge Changcun had, in Sun Shaozong's view, already made its stance clear—a stance that could be understood but not spoken aloud.
After Great Zhou was founded, it had regarded Liaodong as its own territory. Now, a band of barbarians who still ate raw meat and drank blood had suddenly emerged, demanding land and titles and trying to establish some Later Jin Kingdom.
Who could agree to that? Who would dare agree to it?
They certainly would not acknowledge it. But with the war in the southern frontier at its height, the court truly had no troops or provisions to spare for suppressing the rebellion in Liaodong. Thus, it was inconvenient to openly declare them traitors and rebels.
So, caught between these concerns, the court's sole response had been to swiftly dismiss Ge Changcun, the man who had tried to shift the blame.
The implication was nothing more than this: relevant departments, find a way to handle this yourselves. If you dare casually shove responsibility upward, let Ge Changcun serve as your warning!
To put it bluntly, it was a case of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.
Of course, if one insisted on putting it positively, this also indirectly proved that the court officials held considerable faith in Sun Wukong's ability to solve problems.
No more need be said of this.
After Sun Shaozong left the Left Temple Office, he gradually slowed his pace. As a result, Li Wenshan soon caught up from behind.
Panting heavily, Li Wenshan studied Sun Shaozong, then turned back to look at the Left Temple Office. A look of sudden realization crossed his face, and he said sternly, "Those barbarians are truly laughable. They do not even know that Dali Temple usually enters and