Among the assembled ministers below, some secretly watched.
Xie Dong's excitement fell into their eyes and gave them much to ponder. A world-shaking event had occurred in the Immortal Capital some days ago: former Prime Minister Guo Hong, Minister of War Li Da, and Imperial Preceptor Nangong Mingren had simultaneously met disaster. Xie Dong, who had long held grudges against them, had since become the sole favorite before the throne. This gave everyone some unpleasant suspicions—they felt that Xie Dong might have had a hand in the deaths of those three giants.
Yet today, upon hearing of the great victory in the Eastern Domain, Xie Dong's undisguised excitement made them reconsider. Xie Dong was genuinely excited.
No matter what, he had ultimately poured all his feelings into the Eastern Domain Immortal Dynasty.
He truly was a loyal minister.
Then what about His Majesty?
His Majesty was just as excited...
But was there something else hidden amid that excitement?
As high-ranking court officials, none of them were fools.
They keenly guessed that His Majesty might harbor some different intentions toward this peerless commander whose merit overshadowed the throne.
When the birds were gone, the fine bow was stored away; when the cunning fox died, the hunting hound was boiled.
This was a common saying passed down among the people.
For a saying to spread among the people and win their belief, countless examples had to stand behind it.
Lin Su's strength had been displayed to the fullest in the western campaign. Such a man was truly unsuited to be a high official of the Immortal Dynasty. He was better suited to be that "bow" when the birds were gone and the bow stored away, that "hound" when the fox died and the hound was boiled...
The Immortal Emperor slowly straightened. "How