The New Emperor Ascends the Throne, Changes at the Confucian Temple

Lin Su gently shook his head. "Do officialdom, the Cultivation Way, and the military represent everything? Have you considered what role that pavilion beyond White Deer Academy will play tomorrow?"

Zhou Mei jolted in alarm. "The Confucian Temple?"

Lin Su reached out and grasped the handle of the teapot before him. Tea trickled softly down. "The Confucian Temple of the capital used to be my support, because I knew that no matter what happened, that pavilion would be my final shelter from the storm. Because it was pure, a pure land of the Literary Way. But today, it is already different!"

Zhou Mei's gaze slowly turned north...

"Duan Seventeen, the Confucian Temple Night Watchman! He comes from the Painting Sage Sacred Family and is presently an elder of the Sacred Hall Painting Palace. He is narrow-minded, and he is also arrogant and conceited."

Thoughtfulness appeared in Zhou Mei's eyes. "At tomorrow's Coronation Ceremony, the final rite is the congratulations from the Confucian Temple Night Watchman. He may very well stir up trouble!"

"Yes."

"Then... then what do we do?" Zhou Mei frowned deeply. "Dark Fragrance's power absolutely cannot enter the Confucian Temple... Perhaps you can only go speak with him tonight."

"There is no need!" Lin Su said. "The multiple-choice question has already been placed before him. It depends on how he chooses!"

Zhou Mei was greatly alarmed. "The Coronation Ceremony is the most important of all matters. What if he..."

"Rest assured. Even if the worst happens, it will not affect His Majesty's ascension."

"But it will affect the peaceful coexistence of His Majesty and the Confucian Temple. Once Sacred Authority and imperial authority clash, Great Cang's entire order will descend into chaos and fall apart!"

"Perhaps. But... will Great Cang be the only one falling apart?" Lin Su